The wolf is standing On the precipice How far that little step seems now
Balanced above the deep abyss She steps on air Between the river stones In the pockets of her coat The water slips And fills the gaps Like lovers long apart That rushing sink onto A muddy bed and dark In fatal last embrace
The stones were weapons of the wolf Arrayed against herself When her teeth had failed Fallen out One And All In her madness
Although she could have swum She held her limbs petrified Until the light went outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
