There are thick clouds on the top of this desert
And I know you are thriving on sorrow
In your little house in the middle of mountains
Which you painted in white to be free
To be honest, I never really got it
Why loneliness has no meaning
I left you the Book of Longing
While I confide in the Book of Mercy
Well last time when I touched your face
There was a blood moon tailing our souls
I wandered in thoughtless delirium
I held your hand while you drove
I know there is no one like you
Unencumbered and lost and hidden
A talisman echoed in this shadows
A silent sparkle of my eyes
You told me you're bringing your shadow
While I waited for ten thousand years
Until the end of last Saturday
I crumbled in our mortal fear
You told me time is running out for everyone
Or we wait while time passes through us
I know I'm not allowed to touch your face
But a blood moon was melting apart