Fighting myself
fallin' into the dark...

This morning I woke up shaking.
Scared and shaking so hard...

Mix it slowly-
silver spoon...

I cry myself to sleep at nights
pretending with the lights turned out...

Speak slowly to me
as you touch my lips...

O Love, how ardent be
the words with which I would woo thee...

....such cold warmth
air rising...

Sleepy hands are tracing fire,
as your fingers dance across my knee...

Some days I wonder why life's hard
and some days I wonder...

Somewhere, perhaps California
there are lemon trees, full and green...

Stay with me
I grow softer at your touch...

I am electric.
Full of streaming lights and silence...