Love Without Sound

Sound (echoes)
Without sound (echoes)
Love without sound (echoes)

Beyond the outside was one left to right
Within ourselves the suns or the night
Just bound by blue ethereality
Drifting onto my dream free
dream free... dream free...

My mind explored her labyrinthize
Her sundrenched body lay hypnotised
Perfumed electric garden roused female
But now the laughter turns pale

Dreams gone just melting fever in my soul
Within my head the bell seems to toll
Fast breathing wreathing grooving hippies down
Now making love without sound
without sound... without sound...
love without sound...

It never had been made like that before
Our maiden nighthood longing bright for more
Her leg stood firm the dead wind [bad word] on
Mistral away now she's gone

(c) David Vorhaus