Speak low when you speak love, Our summer day withers away Too soon, too soon. Speak low when you speak love, Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, We're swept apart too soon. Speak low, darling speak low, Love is a spark lost in the dark, Too soon, too soon, I feel wherever I go That tomorrow is near, tomorrow is here And always too soon.
La structure est si élaborée et contrôlée que la chair fantomatique survivante ressemble davantage à une marionnette de théâtre. Bien que l'héroïne rende parfaitement ses trois renaissances et ajoute la chair et le sang à l'histoire microscopique de la Seconde Guerre mondiale à Berlin.