Noone sees us at the well.
I see that mountain shine, it is mine,
I cannot hide, so I sit aside,
watch darkness growing.
I yearn for water to cool off my fire,
I beg on my knees: no more desire!
Feel me: I'm a liar,
'cause mountain-high
through seven hells
- you know so well -
there is a place
where I belong
Noone else
could be
me
& my friend
walking with grace,
noone sees us at the well.
No souns shrieks: "You've gone too far!"
No darkness is loose on this mountainside.
There is no place left to hide
& I ain't sleeping this night.
Sweet mama, when it's gonna be alright?