Из альбома: letthelightin
Out in the shifiting sands
With a thirst that's calling for your watering hole
Lost in your butterfly hands
Like a petal falling through to the eyes of your soul
Words, words, words!
No way to touch the fragrance of your skin
Words, words, words!
Beneath the familiar, I sink deeper in
Sometimes your touch is deep enough
To awaken a memory of lifetimes in your arms
So look into my eyes while I dance on your thigh
And ask me again if this is a place you could call home
Words, words, words!
No way to touch the fragrance of your skin
Words, words, words!
Beneath the familiar, I sink deeper in
So look into my eyes as I dance on your thighs
And ask me again if this is a place I could call home