Cool Air

I've been borrowing holy sites From strange lands stranger less than home Saint bones repose 'neath limestone Worn smooth by a thousand hands unknown Cool air Something circulating in the higher reaches The higher reaches Though I've fasted now seven long years Grown so beautiful smooth and pale No doors have opened for me No doors have opened for me Cool air Something circulating in the higher reaches The higher reaches My friend have you grown tired of the spike and the wheel And the constant revolutions leading out to no conclusion My friend? For all our supplication, frantic talks into the night My love will never save you Nor your presence I We must dive And cease our struggle now And I will find you when the time is right Beneath the full trees and fine moonlight Cool air, you and I Brimming over with life and light Though old wounds may pain us from time to time Let me in the cool air of the duomo Oh I'm afraid I will die of sorrow What would become of my mama and papa If they knew this about their daughter