Walk Into My Open Womb — Canaan

Melancholia caressed my stretched hand And together we came, dancing to the sound of a shining vertigo.

For we are one yet one is nothing

Come on, walk through this open womb One little step at a time.

Oblique visions of captivity Swirl silently around us As we join hands with Desire

For we are nothing and nothing is One

Walking through the open wombs of time we attend the great and secret masquerade.