crédits photographiques Karim Hobeika
Oh but the farrow know, her hungry eyes, her ancient soul
Know what it is to grow, beneath her sky, her punishing cold
To slowly learn of her ancient misery, to be twisted by a shame without a sin
Like how she twisted the bog man, after she married him
But in all the world, there is one lover worthy of her
With as many souls claimed as she
Rushing ashore to meet her, foaming with loneliness
White hands to fondle and beat her, give her his onliness
Rare is this love, keep it covered
I need you to run to me until you feel your lungs bleeding