Touching the skynyou werenIn my heart's holenYou lie silentnThe bluenof the tiny skynThe yellow of the tiny starsnnLost you are to menthough in you I had hope to lienYour teeth are mirroringnthe tiny starsnSmokey, you flood by mennRipples of jasminenHeavy smoke in your pathnWait for me by the summer streamnnBlack sky is around younYou pass, dissolve and stutter farewellnLost you are to menThe ice is some distant bednnRipples of jasminenHeavy smoke in your pathnWait for me by the summer streamnnLost you are to menYour tongue hovers on your lipsnThe stars are very far nownand you are very far nownnRipples of jasminenHeavy smoke in your pathnWait for me by the summer streamnnThe stars are very far nownand you are very far nownThe stars are very far nownAnd you were not real at allnand I had hoped to saynThe stars are very realnYou were not far at allnI had hoped to say..nOver beyond me and younthe sea waves goodbyenas it laps in my heartnAnd you are very far nownAnd you are very far nownThe stars are very far nownAs if dead