In an ancient garden
The tiny condescending human
When I stroke the wall with my hands
Can everyone see the light
The tiny condescending human
Do you have two, three faces?
Can everyone see the light
You are created in the mist
Do you have two, three faces?
The bright nights and how they affect us
You are created in the mist
Between us.
The bright nights and how they affect us
When I stroke the wall with my hands
Between us.
In an ancient garden