Body Of Clay

Cry with my tears Cry with my pain Still in the cold Neverending rain With one of your kisses My words you`d freeze From one of your kisses My bleeding would cease Shed all my tears The flood devours all The earth, us, rushing... A shy, whispered call Death becomes angels And they won`t turn away Defying all my yearing And my body of clay Cry with my crying You end up like (a) mole Death loves the angels Retired into my soul As I`m drained and welken My last wish I sigh Let me be, darling Tears in your eye.