I was frightened for some time

Foreign kingdoms surge sublime

Out of practice

Sleeping hearth

Distant sirens of primal birth

I’ve been sleeping in winter’s breast

A bluish cloud

A restless rest

But if you read my mind

Run fingers down my spine

Limbs that turn back time

You’d beg me

To the lighthouse

The beach is closed

In the night air we lost our clothes

Hello stranger

Close your eyes

I would know you even in disguise

We’ve been driving along the coast

Now we’re arriving at the last outpost

But when you read my mind

Run a finger down my spine

Limbs that stretch out time

You’d beg me