Where I go, when i go there
No more memory anymore
Only men on distant ships
The women with them, swimming with them to shore
Where I go, when I go there
No more whispering anymore
Only hymns upon your lips
A mystic wisdom, rising with them to shore
Touch me just like that
And that, oh yeah, now that's heaven
Now, that I like
God, that's so nice
Now lower down where the figs lie
[spoken]<i>
Still, you must admit, with the two anatomies it truly is daunting. I mean, like, how everything...
Measure up?
Not that I'm saying I wouldn't... I wouldn't want to not...Whatever, not want to...
Moritz?
I have to go!
Moritz, wait!<i>
Where I go when I go there
No more shadows anymore
Only men with golden fins
The rythm in them, rocking with them to shore
Where I go when I go there
No more weeping anymore
Only in and out your lips
The broken wishes, washing with them to shore
Touch me all silent.
Tell me, please, all is forgiven.
Consume my wine
Consume my mind
I'll tell you how, how the winds sigh
Touch me, just try it.
Now, there, that's it, God, that's heaven
I'll love your light
I'll love you right
We'll wander down where the sins lie
Touch me just like that
We'll wander down where the sins lie
Love me just for bit
We'll wander down where the winds sigh
Where the winds sigh
Where the winds sigh