Hey,slow She comes slow to create Create your suffering I give you some suffering tonight I take us into my cave I will take you so quietly Taste that My apples are sweat My garden is full of it So chancing upon your woods I follow this magic mood tonight So chancing on you I follow your ghost cause I want to lose this moment in my thought you gave me the drink of change you shuddered my inner pace like the spirits do they know where else your smile will melt they search for place you’ll really fade beneath the suns in other worlds beauty will fade away will gain the grey where I am in the end of the space