On a morning just like this
of eternal sun and rime
You placed your kiss upon my lips
for the first time.

Your heart was the cradle
at the point of the knife
In your beauty I found the cure for life

In the Indian summer haze
I see your colours everywhere
You're always just around the corner
on these days.

Your heart was the cradle
at the point of the knife
In your beauty I found the cure for life

In the blind and breathless dusk
You crawled inside the husk
Of my broken dream
made me believe again in love.

On a morning just like this
threw my past onto the pyre
You were the light that lit my way
out of the mire

Your heart was the cradle
at the point of the knife
In your beauty I found the cure for life