Spring awakening

Where I go, when I go there
No more memory anymore
Only men on distant ships
The women with them, swimming with them, to shore

Where I go, when I go there
No more whispering anymore
Only hymns upon your lips
A mystic wisdom, rising with them, to shore

Touch me just like that
And that o, yeah now, thats heaven
Now, that I like
God, thats so nice
Now lower down, where the figs lie

Where I go, when I go there
No more shadows anymore

Spring Awakening by Duncan Sheik

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