Fountain Songtext
von Cecil Opia

From a morning to another wearing the dress of linen
Caressing the shapes you starved yourself for
You kissed the blue
The lips of berry
Skin so smooth
A touch of wheaten flour


The blush dried pale after so much blind heartbreak
Countless happy endings
The last page cut deep
For your story was not about the oceans of love to drown in
You′re sinking further away

Sat by the sea
Wept a fountain of gold
If only the devil singing in the woods would not be so cold
Sang the song of the fairy man
Not even a mountain of gold could bring him back to your yearning arms