Testo Wasteland

Slow dance on the wasteland
Sown seeds will they grow or die

No one could tear me from your side

Holy is the land you tend
Holding room for birth and death
No one could tear me from your side
Slow hands bitter bitter sweet rite
(And the body knows)

Lay our slow hands lay them on the wastelands
Growing that sweet grass, bitter bitter sweet grass
Body in the slow dance, cradling the crush plants
Laying in the sweet grass, bitter bitter sweet grass
Lay your slow hands lay them on the wastelands
Lay this body, belly in the sweet grass

Come with me my darling, listen to your body
Gentle with the slow hands, gеntle with the wasteland