Pouring light above our bed

(I) dance the fire-dance we made up

with no fear, shake your tears

shake them off your skin...



as I step outside your gate

you’re the freezing star that won’t shine

with no sky, like the secret blue that

you hold inside...



wait till night... wait until light...



until the day will come alive

among our rage and dust



now the sun dies in your arms

and the heat undoes its own self

without sin, by your side...

with water-tongue I pray



wait till when... then till then...



until the rain will flow inside

and paint our names on rust

until the day we’ll shine a light

among our rage and dust



until the rain will flow inside

and wash our names of rust

until the day we’ll turn into light

until all rage is dust