Your Face

Water Lily freedom
Where does the spirit lay?
Freedom, lying in shadows of light and clay

I trace your feet like transparent thrones
I dream of your clinging, I am not alone
I glide with you, draw you with kole
You paint the river, I am not alone

That lover in the crash
That scent lingers now
Your face
Your face

I trace your feet like transparent thrones
I dream of your clinging, I am not alone
I glide with you, draw you with kole
Your paint the river, I am not alone