Your summer breathes aloud
Your prayer was overheard
Your love letters were full
Of severe words
The language of dreams
The offerings of your shrine
Am I what you seem?
Well, just pour the wine

I bring back to you
Only the things I owe
I built a pure white castle
For you to grow
The clothes you wore
You dropped them one by one
The duty of lovers
Has now begun
A mouth drawn to a mouth
And I don't ask when
I ended up as your lover
Wrapped inside your skin
I enter the labyrinth
Of moonlit skin
I've worn out my heart
That you now live in