Body Of Clay

Cry with my tears
Cry with my pain
Still in the cold
Neverending rainWith one of your kisses
My words you'd embrace
From one of your kisses
My bleeding would ceaseShed all my tears
The flood devours all
The earth, us, rushing...
A shy, whispered callDeath becomes angels
Who won't turn away
Defying all my yearing
And my body of clayCry with my crying
You end up like (a) mole
Death loves the angels
Retired into my soulAs I'm drained and welken
My last wish I sigh
Let me be, darling
Tears in your eye.