Into the deep Where the body stretched To the breaking point Where I will be alone In the big deep press Where I remember a hand That blessed That for the first time Warns me And which shows me The way To breathe So that I don't forget I feel the deep wildness In the taste of your skin And strokes one hand Not mommy's hand: It's yours And soothe me One hand to stroke One hand for throttle So, I'm unable to hate Though, it's not too late To change Again Strip Stroke Strong And stride Drift Drink Dream and drive Something's behind