I'm too close for him to dream about me
I don't flutter over him
Not fleeing him under the roots of trees
I'm too close
I'm too close for him to dream about me
I don't flutter over him
Not fleeing him under the roots of trees
I'm too close
Not with my voice sings the captured fish
The ring doesn't roll from my finger
Too close for him to enter as a guest
Before whom the walls part
I'm too close for him to dream about me
Riches rust in density
Fallen the leaves
Bare are the roots of trees
I'm too close
Never again will I die so readily
So far beyond the flesh, so inadvertently
Too close, too close, I hear the hiss and see the glittering husk
Immobilized in his embrace
Poor me limited to my own form
But I was a birch tree
I was a lizard
I emerged from satins and sundials
My skin shimmering in all the different colors
I possessed the grace to disappear from astonished eyes
I'm too close, I'm too close
Too close, I'm too close
I'm too close for him to dream about me
All those peacock eggs I've laid
Fill up the room
He can't see them, he can't see me
I'm to close
I'm too close for him, hiding my skin
Too much flesh and blood for him
He yearns to one, yet to be seen
In this night too close
A valley now grows in her for him, ochre-leaved
Out of reach closed off by a snowy mountain
In the azure air, I'm too close
To fall out of the sky for him
My screams would only awaken him
I'm too close, I'm too close
Too close, I'm too close