I lie. 
Halfway to sleep, sleep so restlessly. 
For want of a place where lovers we'd be 
Darling, Carballo 

We'll walk the red earth 
A windy Mars olive-tree covered plain 
The ground started to bleed with the falling rain 
And you're holding my hand. 

Darling, take my weight in gold 
It forms any figure you want it to know 
No need of a polish, won't rust or erode 
And forever to hold 
Yours to hold.