Distance

When love meets death,
the blue moon will be high.
We will meet in another life
When love meets death,
where will you stand?
When the moon bleeds, will you open your eyes?
You will see there is no distance,
No god, nothing, but the love that pains me.
When love meets death, we will embrace,
wet and cold,
scared and innocent.
We will meet once again;
There in the woods, where no one knows
You will hold me tight,
decaying no longer
Everything is black, except the color blue
Blue in my eyes, blue my stained lips...