As the reasons came and went, and swept across 
The face of my innocence, I was lost. 

To know your face, and your [bad word] shade 
To feel your lips, and to be bade 
To praise the night, to praise my unknown faith 
Must I sure find a way? To infest the wound 

Inside the wound, that draws me near 
And cries my name, and feeds my presence 
I am here! 

I long for one piece with you
I cry for my peace is in you 

Inside the wound I hope to find 
The essence and presence of you 
Inside the wound I wish to learn 
The art of [bad word] you 

After the reasons came and went, and swept across 
The face of my innocence, I was lost 
Inside the wound, that draws me near 
And cries my name, and feeds my presence 
I am here! 

To know your face, and your [bad word] shade 
To feel the lips, and to be bade 
To know your face, and your [bad word] shade 
To hide in here, in this place 

I long for one piece with 
I cry for my peace is in you