Kirsten Supine

May moonlight fall upon your breast

May god send wind to lick your lips

The river flows beneath your comb

Granite, pines -silver shine, green velvet throne

Folding in, folding in, the water brings the flower string

Folding in, folding in, the water sings the black horse scream

May planets crash, may god rain ash, to sear our skin, to fold us in

Kneeling close, seeking hands, our blood is warm, but what comes next!

I will let it go, I will let it go

I can't let it go, I can't let it go

I will let it go, I will let it go

I can't let it go, I can't let it go

I won't let it go, I won't let it go

I will let it go, I will let it go

I can let it go, I won't let it go

I will let it go, I can't let it go

I will let it go, I won't let it go

I will let it go, I can't let it go