It is good to hear your voice again The warm vibrating sound of passion To feel the words like healing rain Dripping from the roof of idle fashion
Let me read your lips And dive into your words To feel the sensual tips Of fingers that talk and spread the silence that hurts
It is good to see your eyes again The fire that warms the coldness around To grasp the joy and feel the pain To live and love and taste the sound
Let me walk the taste And drink your sight To end the haste And wait and linger to finally see the light
But where are you The morning cries Is this the quest Where everyone dies?