And I wait for you
Like a melancholy new bride
Whose husband has gone
On war

I keep looking for you
Like a thirsty nomad
Losing his shadow
Under the relentlessness
Of the twelve o'clock sun
In a desert

And I keep hoping
Like the three Magi
That if I follow that star
I might end up in a barn
And my soul might get saved
Just this one time.

I don't have much left to hope from life anymore.