Hands saunter and disappear beyond the silk and leather
Succumb to the tactile atmosphere and roam like a feather
Soft is the air here, yet sharp to sever
Our longing and fear into form and matter
One more dive to start it over
To come back alive and give it closure
Out of Oniria
Fallen Oniria
Longing
Deliria
Lips hold the rudder to steer the vessel better
Sail to the southern hemisphere through tranquil weather
Motion is guided by the mere scent of the heather
Onto its petal lips adhere forever and ever
One more dive to start it over
To come back alive and give it closure
Out of Oniria
Fallen Oniria
Longing
Deliria
