Its the truth, that I do not have
anything to offer you. that I am...
I cannot write of love when I am in love.
I cannot write of you...
I listen to your problems,
I hang on every word...
You're every piece
I never knew I needed...
Love without peace
makes me fall, on my knees...
Oh unfolding Beloved!
Let the azure rays of my prismatic soul...
I have been avoiding the topic,
almost as much as people ask me about it...
Six hundred, fifty-eight kilometers,
or four hundred and eight miles...
Yes ! It's true..if you believe
If you believe that's true...
Oh darling, turbulent like seas, your skin;
A violent brine that moves me off my feet...
Draw me again
to nameless things...
It's a big sensation
we're locked in temptation...