Kitiara, of all these days, these days
Are rocked into dark and waiting in regret
As the clouds obscure the city as I write this
Delaying thought and sunlight
[chorus:]
Kitiara, what do the gods know about our love
Kitiara, faith is strong and hope is enough
In absences you grew, more beautiful
More poiseness you were
An attar of orchids in the swimming night
Where passion like a shark runs down a bloodstream
Murders four senses, only taste preserving
[chorus]
