Your sting red full stops my skin, dotted, scratch scratch, now I´m bleeding.
Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings.
There´s bears in the wood and they´re out to get me,
And I´m safe from harm if I stay in this chalet.
And hold me tight and I´ll sink in,

I´m absorbed in your thinking,
And you don´t know.
Your sting red full stops my skin, dotted, scratch scratch, now I´m bleeding.
Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings
For you.