I'm Here

I'm here
I'm here
I'm here
I'm here
I'm here
I'm here
I'm here
Her eyes are green like the blood of trees
And when she cuts herself she runs pure, clear water
She's hidden but she knows where you are
She knows where to find you
Moist, sweat-drenched sheets of your love
She is your mistress and you are her child
I'm here
I'm here
I'm here
I'm here
She is your mistress and you are her child
I'm here