In the chains of my simplicity
in the chains of your infinity
waiting for you to show me
how it was
and why
and how it all began
and will end
your shapes and rhythm are in me
I'm your weakest child
thrown out, on the shore
left with the eyes wide open
and the brain shut
gathered by knives
of your white stone teeth
cutting slowly my hope
and you're still giving me a new one
with every drop
of your kingdom
sounds of salt
sounds of wisdom
down under the infinite weight
so easy to fly
but so hard to talk
or think
you're the ogre nothing
just like the universe
but warm, so warm
on the shore of your beauty
you're the queen
of the lonesome
the church for those in love.