Winter Song

I know you now for a thousand years Your body still feels nice and warm to me The sun is old, the winter's cold The lake is shining Like a drop of Buddha's tears The mountains lie in a distance Like the future we'd never reach And I keep my warmth With your body close The world must be dead We must be the only heads Ticking on a hillside Like a leftover timebomb I know you now for what you are And my mind still goes through Ups and downs with yours The moon is clear, the room is bare The bed is shining like an old scripture That's never been opened before And I keep my warmth with your mind close The world must be dead We must be the only heads Ticking in a farmhouse Like a forgotten timebomb One day we discovered that the clock Was not ticking anymore And our bodies kept spreading rapidly Like a very very fine tissue Until it stretched over the whole wide world