Going up to the eagle tower
As the leaves come hard
Waiting for me to be found
Grace is fond of secret man
As like a passion swells in
She finds a blue liquid now
Raining inside your insides
Passions dwell in grottos
Slow to grab his hands
Flows in ripples bands
Silence symbols yellows
Given in moonlit nights
Hair is blowing wildly
Egrets stand on one leg
Take this sound Mmm,
Mememo la dame se
Laughing.
As the leaves come hard
Waiting for me to be found
Grace is fond of secret man
As like a passion swells in
She finds a blue liquid now
Raining inside your insides
Passions dwell in grottos
Slow to grab his hands
Flows in ripples bands
Silence symbols yellows
Given in moonlit nights
Hair is blowing wildly
Egrets stand on one leg
Take this sound Mmm,
Mememo la dame se
Laughing.