In the face of a dimly-lit room,
as sparking nights and the shadows loom,
Green eyes whisper,
calling my name,
a new sensation that'll never be the same.

In the evening, as the star-red snow,
a journey starts and a banquet goes,
and the eyes a lighter,
stone,
clear the pulse of the universe stone.

First touch, there was no stop,
first touch lifted off the ground,
first touch, a sacred rite,
first touch into the night.

Fingers numb,
thoughts take flight,
colors merge in the fading light,
a cosmic crypt, no need to run,
embrace the void, become one.

In the evening,
as the spirit snow,
as the journey starts and a banquet goes,
and the eyes a lighter stone,
clear the pulse of the universe stone.

First touch, there was no stop,
first touch lifted off the ground,
first touch, a sacred rite,
first touch into the night.

Shards of light,
beneath the smoke,
a hidden sign,
life stands still,
space and whites.

In the evening, as the spirit snow,
as the journey starts and a banquet goes,
and the eyes a lighter stone,
clear the pulse of the universe stone.

First touch, there was no stop,
first touch lifted off the ground,
first touch,
a sacred,
rite,
first touch into the night.