The fountain runs quiet Through the emerald steps and lavender air The statues praise the beauty of hers Flowers bloom around her marble breasts Silver drops of the open night sky Light this ruined garden The vines hanging on pillars and walls Gather the light over the water Cold serenity lies within these secret halls Embracing me in her essence The air so calm and still, and her voice Leading me deeper, deeper inside Through the water and floating leaves I'm following her soft call Into the throne of her fertile loins In the flame she was moving slow Whispering passionate words As she breathed frost Out of her warm, wet mouth She felt like the ghost of Laura Palmer