dressed/IN A MATTER OF SPEECH

If you say his, if you say his
If you say his, if you say his

I was only a figure
Dressed in a matter of speech
How could my mother place doubt in me
When loose ends come from motionless space?
She knew a son who gave himself to all
Within the threat of Saturn magical myths
Love came to us in an instant
Not knowing how to prove good to ourselves
When we finally made it
All hell was put to the test of survival

The moors of Tzar gave us a parting gift
Our girl was born on top of lucid sands

Sweet, natural child puts old doubts to rest
The night is red, yet here she lays

If you say his, if you say his
If you say his, if you say his
If you say his, if you say his
If you say his, if you say his
If you say his, if you say his
If you say his, if you say his
If you say his, if you say his
If you say his, if you say his

Inconceivable loners
We found each other one summer evening
He was right there beside me
As Fellini’s credits were rolling

Some years had passed before too long
The seed of dawn had formed a sorrow-less song

Sweet natural child puts old doubts to rest
The night is red, yet here she lays
Sweet natural child has saved us from death
This fear has gone as she appears

Been unapproved for far too long, it’s good
Won’t feed their need for feeling need, it’s cool
So much wasted time in fighting love
Dressed in speech no more, ur lives belong
In another world

Sweet natural child puts old doubts to rest
The night is red, yet here she lays
Sweet natural child has saved us from death
This fear has gone as she appears
Woah, woah, woah
Sweet natural child puts old doubts to rest
The night is red, yet here she lays
Oh, sweet natural child has saved us from death
Oh, his fear has gone as she appears