Not a speck of dust on chrysanthemum
Feather on the breath of the mother tongue
Awake in full bloom with the sleeping sunPomegranate jewel between lip and thumb
We are only love and longing
We are only love and longing
It′s all clearer beyond fawn and weather
Hands and cheek and flowers pressed together
When the sea and sky are one like mirror
When the wind and river are old lovers
We are only love and longing
We are only love and longing
Oh, you could get through to the blood and marrow
You-you could get through to the blood and marrow
Deeper than a cinder in snow
You could get through to the blood and marrow
Deeper than a cinder in snow
You could get through to the blood and marrow
And silently
Bathe the body in silence
Bathe the body in silence
And let it eat you alive
You could get through to the blood and marrow
Deeper than a cinder in snow
You could get through to the blood and marrow
Deeper than a cinder in snow
You could get through to the blood and marrow
Deeper than a cinder in snow
You could get through to the blood and marrow
Not a speck of dust on chrysanthemum
