If I knew of you before, your birth never happened.
If we were the night breeze, you never blew.
If we loved, it was never in the light.

It is the secrecy (in me).

If the fountain was ever youthful, the stone is old again.
If the rain fell, I never felt it.
If we saw each other, it was never in the light.

It is the secrecy (in me).

If two deaths is one life, no end shall happen again.
If we are -so we will lose our way.
If I speak of spoken, it was never in the light.

It is the secrecy (in me).