My Dear One

More endless, I’m certain
More endless, it’s all the same
More endless, nothing is subtle
More or less, everything has changed
In other words, what does it matter?
More or less, the colors born from sight
In other words, to see it clear
More or less, it must be black or white
My dear one, shelter my heart
The sky has grown dark
The sky has grown dark
More or less, it vanished
More or less, without a trace
More or less, her nose was cut off
More or less, to spite her face
My dear one, shelter my heart
My dear one, shelter my heart
Nestle the dark with me
Nestle in the dark
My dear one, shelter my heart
My dear one, shelter my heart
My dear one, shelter my heart
The sky has grown dark
The sky has grown dark