Where I go when I go there,
no more weeping anymore.
Only in and out your lips;
the broken wishes, washing with them, to shore.
Touch me, all silent.
Tell me please, all is forgiven.
Consume my wine.
Consume my mind.
I'll tell you how, how the winds sigh.
Touch me, just try it.
Now there-that's it. God that's heaven.
Touch me.
I'll love your light.
I'll love you right.
We'll wander down, where the sins lie.