What word when there is no Word
What color when there is no Light
She runs away from me
When privacy is a boundary
She unravels in me
Her intimacy is a gift
There are things that are good
But there are things that are better
What color when there is no Light
There is a clever man and there is a saint
And the Spirit casts a shadow
Upon both of them
And the Name is the food layed on the table
What Word that has not yet been spoken
Will be the one that I´ll chase
Until the end of the day