"Do you come form London or perhaps from Lyon ?"

As she consumes my eyes I stand paralyzed...

...froze like eyes...

Don't want to know her name, disappointed I might be

So I ask if she's real, her flesh she let me feel...

...which I might steal...

I walk on gorgeous grounds...

She tells me without a sound

That we are the only ones

Yes, I walk on gorgeous grounds

Absorbed by darkblue eyes

Parted in half

This all I could sacrifice

I cannot comprehend from where luck rose

Nor can I recall when she lost her charm...

...and me my arms...