She Is There

Sick and poor
He runs through everglade
Face is covered with grey dirt
Color of his clothes
Bengal Lights illuminate his way
Fiasco for the daytime
Triumph for the night
Who is there with black feathers
In white hands her perfume
Is filling up his head weight
And depth only
Weight and depth
Bottomless depth
Bottomless depth
And in the safety of her bed
In the nameless place
You know she is there (she is there)
And in the safety of her bed
In the nameless place
You know she is there (she is there)