Maggie and the Paper Bedouins (feat. C. Vrâncianu)

She folds you, stretches your mind With the memories you left behind Presses her feet in the gold Already a million years old She sets you next to the rest She sets you both to rest Pressed her camel to your grid Already a million times, she did Gift your ring to the starving sun So it gifts a life to the paper one. Home Set sail on the desert sea With paper bedouins of the one that set you free Your ship moves closer to Tortoise Shell And the one that's ringing your bell Gift your ring to the scorching sun So it burns a life into the paper one Your bedouin will call for you The troubadour that saw through you From paper to flesh and blood he will wait Somewhere on Tortoise Shell, he'll be Ringing your bell A million times if need be He'll embrace you, say :"Maggie, you are..." Home Home Home Home You are home You are home