A distant, cold twinkle calls, you don't hear or see at all
How could I explain that burning rage
The lust of attractions, the vortex, the well
I want you to burn against my chest
Scorched by the sun, made of thirst
On the wings of the wind, under your feet
Lands on your skin like my gaze
I just want you to be buried beneath me
A lover always draws strength from you
Still a friend to the deceased in the coffin
Without you I'm just mere emptiness
Don't turn on the lights now for no reason
I want you in my arms, deep, completely