Bending to the ground, I called her name.
Midsummer was forced upon that grave

Weak from my condition, the grape of fever came, to feast on our souls
if this garden falls
if her eyes are turned
I'll tear down the sky.

Pray
It swells and goes on
Pray
It swells and goes on

Fall to my eyes, her compulsion
Done, but not afraid
Blind but not in vain
Fall to my eyes, her illusion
Done, but in shame
Blind but not in vain

Bending to the ground, I called her name.
Midsummer brought faith to my shame.

Weak from my condition, the grape of fever came, to feast on our souls
if this garden falls
if her eyes are turned
I'll tear down the sky.

Pray
It swells and goes on
Pray
It swells and goes on

Fall to my eyes, her compulsion
Done, but not afraid
Blind but not in vain
Fall to my eyes, her illusion
Done, but in shame
Blind but not in vain