[Verse 1] There is no sounds of god to be found on my knees Where the heart and heat scorching inside of that Needs, I'm a creep I plead for misdeed The bug smells the greatest from afar Could I only have a sense I would feel that wings are shining under her shell And I take the way to the far strawberry bush
And then I am dropping into your blossoms Rubbed into a swarm It's late It's late, I am going forward Going backward Going that constant, legs No shiver harms him No colour blinds him And nothing hurts [Instrumental Outro]