Without me disappearing
Like silk between the fingers
How can you be so beautiful?
On my grass
Like silk between the fingers
You have two, three faces
On my grass
You also run hot and cold
You have two, three faces
Dream that you become other dreams
You also run hot and cold
You’re as loud as growing grass.
Dream that you become other dreams
How can you be so beautiful?
You’re as loud as growing grass.
Without me disappearing