Summer dies here
and so could I
somewhere underneath
where the ground is made of stars and everything unclean
your opaline is everything I see
your opaline brings me to my knees
summer dies here
and so could I
somewhere underneath
so much like the ones in and on my skin and somewhere in between
this opaline
is everything I see
your opaline
brings me to my knees
without you I am nothing
without you I can‘t believe
this gilded place has everything
but this comfort is not what it -- seems
it is not what it seems
in between is everything I need
your opaline
is everything I see
this opaline
brings me to my knees
your opaline -- brings me to my knees.