Spending this much time In my naked body’s Not making it familiar to me Trying to get used to it I read what's on me See-through blue’s the colour True love leaves in tiny Marks, gone so soon Quiet stars in mid-afternoon Pale It doesn’t make me feel young I say: It’s something more motherly I’ll leave in his arms if it’s not I who has to carry When the night rolls in A tongue that holds me softly I'll melt into sleep And then am told a different story In dreams gone so soon Roaring streams taking me to you Pale Pale Pale Pale Gone