Late afternoon in winter time on the edge of the city. The incinerator towers are breathing out into the cold. The birdes are making spirals high above the neon skyline. Across the drifting swirl of charcoal and gold. Islands in silver seas as the land falls into shadow. These are more real for me than all that I left behind. And if I could only choose one moment to last forever. I would be here with you. Between dog and wolf. Between water and wine. Between wine and blood. From the black and icy river's edge to the ressurrection garden. We were in the arms of something that was unfolding. I close my eyes and see wild horses coming from the sky. Narcotic dreams and miracles descending. Silence my silver tongue and meet me somewhere deeper. Everything's how it feels - is what you were trying to say. And if I could only choose one moment to last forever. I would be here with you in the place between dog and wolf. Where the breath is deeper and the lights are diamond. Where the blood runs faster and the taste is stronger. And the night uncoils moving around us. Come take what you want in the place. Between dog and wolf. Between water and wine. Between wine and blood