Testo di 'Feeding Her' di Masque

I could teach your tongue to taste
She whispered, she, who did not show
Naked ran her feet in vain
Weakness racked her bones, it knew
Feet like those will not remain
Wasted was her breath upon him
Laughs and cries to raise his faith
So ardent was the trembling voice
Tried not to let his hands away
Like light leaves the pleas went down
As light leaves the bile will not drown
He raised his hands, subdued the shivering
And ran his tongue across the palms
He felt the life along the fingers
And let its breath refill his lungs
The hands were love and they were joy
Like fruit wine they brought delight
But rest won't breathe in empty hands
And empty they were folded tight
Like leaves the pleas went down
As light leaves the bile will not drown