With your hair of flaming roses
Your kiss, Medusa's touch
Turn me to a pillar of salt
To die now would be perfection

Then my lonliness closes in
So, I drink a german wine
And drift in dreams of other lives
And greater times

White sheets wrap my mind
In [bad word] thoughts [bad word] and men
Why does the devil leave for us
This legacy of lonliness

This cry for the moon
And a dagger's [bad word] With your hair of flaming blooms
And your eyes of saintly dusk

Then my lonliness closes in
So, I drink a german wine
And drift in dreams of other lives
And greater times...