She Is There

　　She Is There - Motorama

　　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

　　And in the safety of her bed

　　In the nameless place

　　You know she is there

　　She is there