The courier of the sun
On the rainswept runway.
This time, I must believe,
You won't let go.
But in your temple at take-off
My faith falters:
So I offer you my sleep,
My smile, my soul.

The hidden becomes the shown,
I'll write your secrets
In red letters on walls of stone
To find my way.
In the violence of radio noise
I'll break your silence,
The girl who is undestroyed,
The ice, the sun.

And every hotel's the same
In Munich, London:
I fall to the bar again
And taste the truth.
There your mysteries roll around
With bread and water,
So, wherever I go to ground,
I'll meet you there.