You turn head, I rest on you my skin, inside my bones You guide my hand, what can I do but you
You lift head, I press 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 gift from the who shone in the dark
Temper, promises, jealousy, The of joy Pressure, aching, repeating, A from the woman who shone in the dark
The body like a thought Like you almost remember Your memory is of light With your face like fate Becoming I can keep
arms, breathing, passion, fever The of joy Flavor, rhythm, turning, A gift from the woman who 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 making a out of desire You me from far away but My voice does not you I throw out a net, waiting to you in So I can you like a photograph
You turn your head, I on you my skin, inside my bones You guide my hand, can I do but touch you
You your head, I press on you The you move the less I know You guide my hand, what can I do but you
With hands, I die, you die, is he, where am I, Without I am dead, Dead and In the dark night shot at him
Heavy arms, breathing, passion, The of joy Flavor, rhythm, turning, A gift the woman who shone in the dark
Temper, promises, jealousy, The of joy Pressure, aching, repeating, A from the woman who shone in the dark
You turn head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, my bones You guide my hand, what can I do but you
Your memory is up of light It takes up and shines out a photograph of fire Like the light of my own body in the Like you almost remember
You turn your head, I on you my skin, inside my bones You guide my hand, what can I do but you
You your head, I press on you The more you the less I know You my hand, what can I do but touch you