I wish some insight to me
to what a kiss on the head might be
what two bumped noses, intent on sugar might be
Too far to answer.
just oh, oh
a love that slumbers, only to rise
phoenix-like, around fire
for a while, the conscious laughs
and the love grasps tightly
seeing only a pyre, only another brief sojourn into death
before (oh please
sometime soon, oh please) to wake up
wake with me, emmanuel, wake with me