Pouring light above our bed (I) dance the fire-dance we made up
with no fear, shake your tears shake them off your skin…
as I step outside your gate you’re the freezing star that won’t shine
with no sky, like the secret blue that you hold inside…
wait till night… wait until light…
until the day will come alive among our rage and dust
now the sun dies in your arms and the heat undoes its own self
without sin, by your side… with water-tongue I pray
wait till when… then till then…
until the rain will flow inside and paint our names on rust
until the day we’ll shine a light among our rage and dust
until the rain will flow inside and wash our names of rust
until the day we’ll turn into light until all rage is dust
