I’ll be back some day to your eyes
And I’ll take it from the start again
With an empty metallic sound I’ll be back
With an humid sun
I’ll be searching through the papers of time
Your green body your grape-colored hair
And I’ll crown you with my mouth
With my unending hands
I’ll be back for you
For your shining blood waved with stars
Looking at the passing afternoon as an antique shadow
Something’s going to break down up there
And we'll be others
And I'll be back starving, more alive, more pure
I’ll be back flying tearing away my feathers
I’ll do everything for you, all in silence
Until the song of roosters
Which will extend the night
When they’ll see you necked