In The Room That Love Exsists

Kiss me asleep on a bed of nails
Feel my pain in your dying hands
Try to hold back but tears resist
In the room that love exists

Tie me down with ropes of your hair
Sing to me the song of the throat
Try to cry out but tears resist
In the room that love exists

When dust becomes dreams
I become quiet
When words become seeds
I become smaller
When dust becomes dreams
I become tired
When words become seeds
I become still

Touch me just there with your tongue the knife
To keep me alive you lay on my skin
You've torn out your eyes but tears resist
In the room that love exists