Velvet Son
As you fought all the sounds in me
At the time of escapades up in the mountains
The sound of the bells embraced me
I came by to tinkle in your garden
As you taught all the kids to shoot
At the time of escapades down in the valley
You fired a velvet gun
My storehouse eyes, my Arabian bells
My warehouse legs, my Arabian chimes
Should I leave them by your gun?
Or, long-faced Lady, should I run?
Lady, should I run?
I came by to close your open window
And to dive in your open sea
At the time of escapades out in the desert
You cradled our velvet son
Writer/s: Maximilian Hecker