Here, here it is,
the place where you lived.
The place where you rose,
transparent, a ghost...
You were mine, you were mine...
Here, here's where you walked.
Different now, moonlight and chalk.
Polished white stone, bruised feet,
shattered bone, brittle hand of a child...
You were mine, you were mine...
Raise, raise me up,
up from the ground.
Naked, transposed,
wound like a rose.
Face painted with white,
mouth full of black stone...
You were mine, you were mine...
Here, here it is,
look at it shine,
pure, polished and white.
Piercing the sky,
new towers of ice,
so lifeless and clean...
You were mine, you were mine...