Woorden: Must. Androgynous Jesus. Rust.

Must make distance fast
Before that tender touch
Makes my joints rust
Adored soul please know
That I have to break the mould
I have to go alone

Inside to outside
To rise above
Rise above
Into
Finding love

Thumb out heading north
And sometimes I don?t know
Just why this path I chose
But I?m compelled I need
To have myself to hold
To let that man unfold

And habit is darkening me
How sweet be this tragedy
Indulging morbid flow
And refuting all I know
It?s easy to be weak
But in the end the curse
Is to forsake tomorrow?s riches
You know Scarlet O?Hara?