Bow the Lyre

I was weary and in the centre of a forest

I went up a hill

I was assailed by wild beasts

I came back down and now I'm a believer

I watched you dancing on a grave

You seemed to have the same effect as wine

But we could fill a riverbed with our tears

If only one tear would fall like dew on the morning's

Ledge. After searching among the words I find

Here destruction is subtle

And I am the be all and the end all

Love is medicinal

She came from Langenhain

Martina the ballerina and the league of decency

In the suchness of a moment I watched you

Dancing on a grave and my heart turned

Mooniform, my spellbound heart

But we could fill a riverbed with our tears

Raised on the milk of miss fortune

And I am the be all and the end all