Bethsabee (2.Samuel 11)
Partly surrender
Night-wind brought lust
Dawn came with fear
Left your skull, leave my roses...
I saw you without rooms
I saw me within tears
Your brazen marble-head
It disappears...
And noone stood within
My circles burst without
Your hand reached for my heart
Sermons ruled the crowd.
Alas my love, it seems to be
A stone's throw away...
Alas my love, it seems to be
A stone's throw away...
Your hand reached for my heart
The sermons hummed within
Your brazen marble-head
Lost life and skin...
And noone stood within...
Alas my love, it seems to be...
Autor(es): Ansgar Noeth / Words
