Spending this much time in my naked body's

Not making it familiar to me

Trying to get used to it, I read what's on me

See through blues the color true, love leaves in tiny

Marks, gone so soon

Quiet stars in mid-afternoon

Pale

It doesn't make me feel young

I say, "It's something more motherly"

I'll leave in his arms if it's not I who has to carry

When the night rolls in

A tongue that hold me softly

I'll melt into sleep

And then I'm told a different story

In dreams gone so soon

Roaring streams taking me to you

Pale

Pale

Pale

Pale

Gone