A Purse of Gold and Stars
Your summer breathes aloud
Your prayer was overheard
Your love letters were full
Of severe words
The language of dreams
The offerings of your shrine
Am I what you seem?
Well, just pour the wine
I bring back to you
Only the things I owe
I built a pure white castle
For you to grow
The clothes you wore
You dropped them one by one
The duty of lovers
Has now begun
A mouth drawn to a mouth
And I don't ask when
I ended up as your lover
Wrapped inside your skin
I enter the labyrinth
Of moonlit skin
I've worn out my heart
That you now live in