Ghost of Laura Palmer - Swallow The Sun

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

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

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

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

Through the water and floating leaves

I’m following her soft call

Into the throne of her fertile loins