(N)Ever — Stoa

Youre within reach but out of here. Your breath and warmth are always near - But lost to me.

I&acutem bound by laws and chained in time. Im filth and lie and flesh of mine - (But) your traces in me. That grain of light You sent to here Goes unattainable to me - Goes underground. Your depht and height Removed from me. In mind and blood Ill gradually - Turn to stone.

K.-U. Skerra