Take off your shoes,
   walk with me
   on the mossy forest ground
   to those places out of bounds.
   Taste my skin,
   explore me,
   under the shadowy forest's roof,
   making moves.
   Sooner than we think
   an endless day goes by.
   Sooner than we think
   these moments we'll deny.
  
   So now we walk on thorns
   and in the end we're torn
   apart by all this loneliness.
  
   The wind blows through your hair,
   drifts you away.
   In the dying forest's light
   you disappear from sight.