Particles

When the night patterns the room

And black sands return

I will drift away from land

As the sky begins its burn

Only you, darling, can call me back in

For the particles are joyous

As they alight on your skin

The nearer the fountain

The nearer the fountain, more pure the stream flows

And sweeter the river into which loves grows

I have cried for you, darling

Are you coming back to me?

For the particles are joyous

As they alight on your skin

For the particles are joyous

As they alight on your skin