I have no fingerprints other than
I have no eyes familiar other than
Blue ice melting on you
In the spring sunshine
Every groove has a name
Without a face
Come lay your roots down under
Black lakes and blue skies
Scarlet, scarlet tip of flame
Colours on the blood as the memories
Scarlet, scarlet tip of flame
Body of a mountain
Crawling on your side
I crave no empty halls other than
I have no role in plays other than
Green leaves gushing on you
Flushing cheeks of maiden
Every groove has a name
Without a face