Come to Me

Come to Me
It is night
And the music that spreads to your head
Doesn't come from outside
It is dark
And the fountains of fruit that appear do not stem from your eyes
Come to me, come to me
I will show you that there is no way except this
Come to me, come to me
I will show you that there is no way
It is night
And the hand that you touch with your own
Does not not stem from the songs that you write
There are songs that will blind him and make it all up to you
There are songs that will find him and make him stay with you

Words and music by Maria Due.

Song recorded by Maria Due in 2010 on the album Kissing in Public.