if you know the end of your own story
change your way
if there is no direction
wait for sign
from your heart

In the field
The harsh and empty field
Something doesn't leave me
A shadow may be

With the wind
it moves
With the sun
it shines
And in the night
it does'nt die

Inmortal is my soul
My ached soul
That keeps me moving
in the eternal dancing

Late night whispers of endearment
Tossed past our lips onto each other
Slowly being lost.
Slowly being drawn away.
Slowly slipping through my fingers.
Slowly I’m losing you.
Slowly, I whisper your name one last time.
Slowly.
   Slowly.