I can’t build bridges while we’re making love
Does it all seem as far away to you as I feel?
If it was already there we were just passing
When our eyes met you said don’t, it’s too real
Are you your father’s impulsive daughter
What have you become besides an obsession
Did you come from a Norwegian tribe
Wandering towards the Caribou Mountains?
Will you come down where the prairie dogs live?
Are you an angel who can’t settle her wings down?
Gliding over the horizon always towards the sun
Never letting it set while the lonely night sky frowns
How many times must I see the hands you push away
You live inside the longing eyes of their true nature
Can you walk outside for a moment and look at mine
Or must you pretend you are free as a lustful picture?