If ever you will ask
I'll have a thing or two
To give or take from you
Depending on the need
A smile or a bleed

If ever you will seek
I'll have a thing or two
To give out of the blue
For that who doesn't know
Where do all creatures go

When all the time is gone
The clock is washed in gloom
But here in my room
The thoughts are soft and light
Is showering my sight

Yes, all these things are true
I know that what I want
Is not only to hunt
I want my self be gone
With you becoming one