Now, there is a voice inside the air
Words come down
They haunt me

Hands move from a small back onto
A collarbone is bending


From the bed at night I called you
All the wrongs went right
We both knew


Should I
Lose my way

Through the streets
Of my city


My soul
Searches everywhere for you
Every close

And alley Garden of my bride
Pomegranate eyes
Blossoms in the vines

My city

Sea salt in the wine

Day breathes in and sighs
Every mountain high
And valley


From the bed at night I called you
All the wrongs went right

I showed you

Show me, show me...