Текст песни Kirsten Supine

May moonlight fall upon your breast May God send wind to lick your lips The river flows beneath your comb Granite, pines, silver shine, green velvet throne Folding in, folding in, the water sings, the black horse scream May planets crash, may God rain ash, to sear our skin To fold us in Kneeling close, seeking hands, our blood is warm, but what comes next I will let it go, I can't let it go I won't let it go, I can let it go