You turn your head, I on you Beneath my skin, my bones You guide my hand, can I do but touch you
You lift your head, I on you The more you move the I know You guide my hand, can I do but touch you
Heavy arms, breathing, passion, The of joy Flavor, rhythm, turning, A from the woman who shone in the dark
Temper, promises, jealousy, The of joy Pressure, aching, repeating, A gift from the who shone in the dark
The body extends like a something you almost remember Your memory is of light With your face shining fate Becoming something I can
arms, breathing, passion, fever The of joy Flavor, rhythm, turning, A gift the woman who shone in the dark
You turn head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, inside my You guide my hand, what can I do but you
I lie here a weapon out of desire You hear me far away but My does not touch you I throw out a net, waiting to you in So I can keep you like a
You turn head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, my bones You guide my hand, what can I do but you
You raise your head, I on you The you move the less I know You guide my hand, can I do but touch you
warm hands, I die, you die, Where is he, am I, laughter I am dead, Dead and In the pitch night shot at him
Heavy arms, breathing, passion, The of joy Flavor, rhythm, turning, A from the woman who shone in the dark
Temper, promises, jealousy, The of joy Pressure, aching, repeating, A gift from the woman who shone in the
You turn head, I rest on you my skin, inside my bones You my hand, what can I do but touch you
memory is made up of light It up residence and shines out a photograph of fire Like the light of my own in the dark something you almost remember
You your head, I rest on you my skin, inside my bones You guide my hand, can I do but touch you
You lift your head, I on you The you move the less I know You my hand, what can I do but touch you