Nude in abandoned mill and peeing

I'll draw clouds in your silhouette, the unquenchable faith found the answer to the questions that so often tormented you, honey.

It was hard, but we ran into the light, and I'll paint clouds with your silhouette, the everlasting faith found the answer to the questions that so often tormented you, honey.

I'll draw clouds in your silhouette, the unquenchable faith found the answer to the questions that so often tormented you, honey.

I'll draw clouds in your silhouette, the unquenchable faith found the answer to the questions that so often tormented you, honey.

And you're burnt, Mallora, Mallora, weeping, far from the barbar, barbar,