After the torchlight red on sweety faces After the frosty silence in the garden I'm reading Eliot, waiting for the summer And ehy, you are here Excuse me, am I dreaming? I've noticed first your eyes, They shine with a little patience I can't remember, here or there Is where I lost my love? I can not wait to see you smile I think you're pure snow, you are white Maybe some wicca's lost the wire you were tied to You were fighting, you're like fire, You're the wasteland I admire You are what the thunder said. It's in your face I see, Like they are on a sailing sheep A thousand, million "me" It's in your words I smell A little smoke I guess Some nights my skies are glass. Oh can't you see who is the third who walks always beside you. When I count there are only you and I, together But when I look ahead, up that white road There is always another one Walking beside you.