Run the banner down
And hide in the broken palms
But out of the blackness comes
A point of starry light
And a mountain moves
And the pressure drops
Snow on your open palms
Under a northern star
Leave the tape unwound
And the film unthreaded
Of a summer rain
Where your image is frozen
And thrown into the lake
Where your words rebound,
With the way laid out
And your hands on my shoulders:
Open your mouth
Close your eyes
Open your mouth

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN