Selva Negra

To match my longing, I imagine your essence
Like a highway that leads into the virgin jungle
Where I've lost the landmarks yet I still keep the little birds
Flowers, doubts, carnivorous rushes and harshness

To match my mind, I imagine a precedent
Of pure stories that come together in a single present
Forgetting all the painful things that kill me about you
And remembering the sweet things that make me want to die

Ah
Come burn with me
Ah
Tender green
Ah
Stone-cold fear
Ah
The earth will swallow you whole

To match me
I imagine you diving into the virgin jungle
Forgetting all the painful things that kill me about you and remembering the sweet things that make me want to die.