Terribly Lost

Thick mists cover the water,

mountains loom over me,

an old wooden quay

leading to nowhere.

Oh, I got so terribly lost,

I can see through the fog,

but I can't feel the cold.

Oh, dance with me

on this old wooden quay.

I take off my dress and feel the wind,

the wind that is roughing up the waters,

carressing my skin.

Come, follow me, my sweetheart,

we'll go for a swim

and we'll dance under water

in the dark.

As the waves crush over me

and I sink

and I dance,

I can see through the mist

and the dark.

Oh, I got so terribly lost.

First published here.