Deep inside,
Where the roses swallow light,
There’s a place for me to hide.
Come to me,
To the heart of golden tree -
We’ll be safe internally.
You’ll be me. I’ll be you.
Like the magic potion that three witches brew.
I’ll be you. You’ll be me.
Down here we trust the snake unheavenly.
Holy might
Has lost to sinful night:
Play me, kiss me, hold me tight.
Better still,
I trust you with my will -
Let you in without a thrill.
You’ll be me. I’ll be you.
Like the magic potion that three witches brew.
I’ll be you. You’ll be me.
Down here we trust the snake unheavenly.
Be with me. Do be with me!
Be my world, be me.