Testo Not Alone

In separate sections, the bodies fall.
The leaves are purple, the grass is red. I love your music.
I love your style.
The light inside you leaks through your eyes á-
The golden liquid that washed your face, contain my secrets and bitter taste.
I love your music.
I love ypur throat.
The light inside me feeds like a golden rope á- And I alone, see through your eyes.
And I alone, will never die.
And I alone, can taste your hand.
And I alone, am sanctified.
And I alone, can smell your hair.
And I alone, feed you the air.
And I alone, can steal steal your breath.
And I alone, prevent your death.
And I alone, am not alone.
And I alone, am not alone.