Slow, we paddle through the lake
Straight to the very center of the darkest water
Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface
The eyes that look up lifeless from our twins below
And though your arms and legs are under
Cinta will be the echo in your ears when all is Lost and plundered
My Cinta will be there still
True, it's chilling to behold
Up close we stumble backwards laughing in our boat
Till the image sinks away to someplace far but certain
A land of mere suspension where someday we must go
And though your arms and legs are under
Cinta will be the echo in your ears when all is Lost and plundered
My Cinta will be there still
Though your arms and legs are under
Cinta will be the echo in your ears when all is Lost and plundered
My Cinta will be there still
Straight to the very center of the darkest water
Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface
The eyes that look up lifeless from our twins below
And though your arms and legs are under
Cinta will be the echo in your ears when all is Lost and plundered
My Cinta will be there still
True, it's chilling to behold
Up close we stumble backwards laughing in our boat
Till the image sinks away to someplace far but certain
A land of mere suspension where someday we must go
And though your arms and legs are under
Cinta will be the echo in your ears when all is Lost and plundered
My Cinta will be there still
Though your arms and legs are under
Cinta will be the echo in your ears when all is Lost and plundered
My Cinta will be there still
