you couldnt tell me where the old man sailor is
we can go sailing if you could tell me
where is this boat that you long to sail so much
we can go sailing if you could tell me

curious like faith, anonymous like the water
clear as a cristal found in a lake, sharpened by a slaughter

you can tell me all you want
but ill never know your secret
bad whisper, bad whisper
ill never know your secret

i see the horses by the apple trees in bloom
we can go riding if i could tell you
the doves hid the pearls that lead down to the hills
we could go riding if i could tell you

falling through an empty cloud, chasing all those leaves around me
holding on to what ive found disapearing slowly

curtain after curtain
door after door
endless night of stories
sensing where your core is