Letras
I think I was searching for treasures or stones
In the clearest of pools
When your face...
When your face,
Like the moon in a well
Where I might wish...
Might well wish
For the iced fire of your kiss;
Only on water my lips, where your face...
Where your face was reflected, lovely,
Not really there when I turned
To look behind at the emptying air...
The emptying air.