"Do you come form London or perhaps from Lyon ?"
As she consumes my eyes I stand paralized
frooze like eyes
Don't want to know her name, dissapointed i might be
So I ask if she's real, her flesh she let me feel
which I might steal

I walk on gorgeous grounds

She tells me without a sound
That we are the only ones
Yes, I walk on gorgeous grounds

Absorbed by darkblue eyes
Parted in half
This all I could sacrifice

I cannot comprehend from where luck rose
Nor can I recall when she lost her charm
and me my arms