Galatea

Galatea

2011, 03:00

Chamber Ensemble and Voice

POST-Galatea

Lyrics

Come on, love so cold.
Hold the flame close to me.
Closer.
Closer still.
Empty your quiver.
Show me your love in vain.

Come on, love, your pulse has slow’d.
Show me your love in vain.
Get me high.
Get me higher.
Or just somewhere out of reach.

Come on, love
Come on, rapture
Come on, serpent
Come on, repulsion
Come vemon, dark
Come on, loathing spark
Come father
Come in my limo

Come on, thirst
Come on, burn me
Come on, hunger
Come on, spurn me
Make me brighter
Make me better
Make me higher
Make me higher