Lyrics

He seems to me equal to god, that man
Who, opposite you, sits and listens close
To your sweet speaking
And lovely laughter, oh!
It puts the heart in my chest on wings
For, a moment, then no speaking is left in me
No...no...na na na no no..
Tongue breaks and thin fire is racing under skin
And in eyes no sight
And drumming fills ears
And cold sweat holds me
And shaking grips me all...
Greener than grass I am
And dead!
Or almost, I seem to me...
Written by: Marisa Michelson
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