If all goes slow it´s gonna be okay
There´s nothing more to read I say

If all goes slow and every other way
I fall for you so close my day

There´s nothing more to do
In this coming of darkest time

I want to go wherever you´ve gone before
I want to smell every smell that surrounded you before
I´ll drink the water that you used to wash your feet
I want to play with the mud that you stepped on before...

If all I want is spending night and day
Watching you go through your way

If all I want is nothing much to pay
Will you still be afraid to stay

There´s nothing more to do
In this coming of darkest time

I want to go wherever you´ve gone before
I want to smell every smell that surrounded you before
I´ll drink the water that you used to wash your feet
I want to play with the mud that you stepped on before...