On a morning just like this



of eternal sun and rime



You placed your kiss upon my lips



for the first time.







Your heart was the cradle



at the point of the knife



In your beauty I found the cure for life







In the Indian summer haze



I see your colours everywhere



You're always just around the corner



on these days.







Your heart was the cradle



at the point of the knife



In your beauty I found the cure for life







In the blind and breathless dusk



You crawled inside the husk



Of my broken dream



made me believe again in love.







On a morning just like this 



threw my past onto the pyre



You were the light that lit my way



out of the mire







Your heart was the cradle



at the point of the knife



In your beauty I found the cure for life