Calls To Nothing (MacLean Tara)

Calls to nothing There are no ears Where echos would answer I, naked and slipping. Skin is pale and worthy Wall, embracing the moon That table fits that corner I, naked alone. The veil betrays the breathing And eyes to the sky. Whose bride am i? That's a trick answer I am my own Here in this mistaken laughter I, naked and slipping. The veil betrays the breathing And eyes to the sky. Whose bride am i? Calls to nothing There are no ears I gave myself away I, naked alone.