I was only a figure dressed in a matter of speech
How could my mother place doubt in me when loose ends come from motion of space?
She knew a son who gave himself to all within the threat of Saturn-magical-myths

Love came to us in an instant
Not knowing how to prove to ourselves
When we finally made it
All hell was put to the test of survival

The moors of Tzar gave us a parting gift
Our girl was born on top of lucid sands

Sweet natural child puts old doubts to rest
The night is red yet here she lays

Inconceivable loners
We found each other one summer evening
He was right there beside me
As Fellini’s credits were rolling

Some years had passed before too long
The seed of dawn had formed a sorrow less song

Sweet natural child puts old doubts to rest
The night is red yet here she lays

Sweet natural child has saved us from death
This fear has gone as she appears

Been unapproved for far too long: it’s good
Won’t feed their need for feeling need: it’s cool
So much wasted time in fighting love
Dressed in speech no more

Our lives belong in another world