Текст песни Soft Gems Pt. 2 - Mujeres

Shining light
Spore fields around
It gathers
Incense snows
For our voices grow
Like anthems
Hold my hand while we get closer to the sky
A dream, babe
Pale blue clouds
Translucid tombs that hold
Us over
And we suddenly turn on
To one living dream that lasts
All we handle
All we are
Bloody fields
Your velvet touch to plant
Your emerald touch to tease
And we export eternal fantasy
A golden meadow
We danced and fed my sexual appetite
A dream, babe
Needles, vines
Roots we shed for years
That wear me next
And we suddenly turn on
To one living dream that lasts
All we handle
All we are
Someday