Autumn [Netherlands] - Angel Of Desire

A cold wind is blowing from the sea Yet I'm walking barefoot on the shoreline (bearing to my destiny) Words of fire burn like salt in my blisters And frozen whispers represent my enemy All has fallen to the sea Why do I still feel the heat? Are your whispers frost or fire? Am I drawn to these extremes by a never resting need, or the angel of desire But it was not always so... We used to share a destiny Am I imagining, or do I see you walking towards me? Put your hand in mine, pull me closer There are no more words that burn or frozen whispers on the waves