Hey baby, come
rescue me.
Touch my trembling, out stretched hand
as I stand naked on the edge of this cliff
howling at the summer moon,
ready to jump into this abyss.
The bottom is cloud covered
and I cannot see
if you are standing below
waiting or it’s just jagged rocks
and a bloody death.
But the legend goes:
if you believe,
if you believe,
if you believe in a woman’s touch,
in the magic
spread by a human brush;
if you believe
in an infinite universe
where we all can play,
then leap, laughing
into the abyss.
Oh baby, come
rescue me.
I am falling
and I want your touch,
rescue me.