How can I lift up your soul and mine,
When all I catch sight of is you?
How can two strings, when their voices combine,
Sing with one timbre so true?
Wish as I might, ’t’would be endless night
To live, without you, incomplete.
Apart or together, your heart is a tether
Too sweet.

How can I touch what my hand passes through?
Tasting would surely mean death.
Slowly this river turns green eyes blue,
Leaving just words on my breath.
Would Love be found or my hopes be drowned
In a pool where our lips fin’ly meet?
Apart or together, your heart is a tether
Too sweet.

I’ve lost myself in a quiet place,
The songs I would sing, they’re too black.
Eros has given Love only one face—
Now even my mirror looks back.
To die, to sleep, is a gift some desire—
A silence where dreams may come true.
But the arrows of fire that prick like thick brier
Remind me my true home is you.

How can I lift up your soul and mine,
When all I catch sight of is you?
I’m drunk on the wine of the fruits of your vine!
Farewell to the life that I knew.
Now, right or wrong, we can sing but one song:
Your echoes I softly repeat.
Apart or together, your heart is a tether
Too sweet.