The fold lifts - he's there in the mist
The fold lifts - he's there in the mist
And the world tumbles aside.
We come together and meet lips
As Night's stars fill our eyes.
It's a world of two - two in the world.
The rush - the fire of his touch
Enshroud us as a cocoon would
And it's everything we want.
The fold suddenly lifts again -
A secret knowledge now in its stead.
I face the garish morning sun
With a smile - though twisted.
