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Where I go, when I go there,
No more memory anymore
Only men on distant ships,
The women with them,
Swimming with them, to shore...
Where I go, when I go there,
No more whispering anymore
Only hymns upon your lips;
A mystic wisdom,
Rising with them, to shore...
Touch mejust like that.
And thatoh, yeah
Now, that's heaven.
Now, that I like.
God, that's so nice.
Now lower down,
Where the figs lie...
Still, you must admit,
With the two anatomies,
It truly is daunting.
I mean, how do I know if I
Measure up?
Not that I'm saying I wouldn't
I wouldn't want to not
Wouldn't ever not want to
Moritz!
I have to go
Moritz, wait!
Where I go, when I go there,
No more shadows anymore
Only men with golden fins;
The rhythm in them,
Rocking with them, to shore...
Where I go, when I go there,
No more weeping anymore
Only in and out your lips,
The broken wishes,
Washing with them, to shore...
Touch meall silent.
Tell me, please, all is forgiven.
Consume my wine.
Consume my mind.
I'll tell you how,
How the winds sigh...
Touch mejust try it.
Now, therethat's it
Oh, God, that's heaven.
Oh, I'll love you right.
We'll wander down
Where the sins cry...
Touch mejust like that.
Now lower down,
Where the sins lie.
Love mejust for a bit.
We'll wander down,
Where the winds sigh...
Where the winds sigh...
Where the winds sigh...