Testo Pale

Spending this much time
In my naked body’s
Not making it familiar to me
Trying to get used to it
I read what's on me
See-through blue’s the colour
True love leaves in tiny
Marks, gone so soon
Quiet stars in mid-afternoon
Pale

“It doesn’t make me feel young”
I say “It’s something more motherly”
I’ll leave in his arms if it’s not I who has to carry

When the night rolls in
A tongue that holds me softly
I'll melt into sleep
And then am told a different story

In dreams gone so soon
Roaring streams taking me to you Pale
Pale
Pale
Pale
Gone