I will talk to you about soul,
We'll be full
Of mulled wine,
We will lay as so
Under the muffled light
Hiding us from the Earth.
What if
All we see is false?
We should run
To sea
Just to sink
In eyes
To find out
We are saved.
Love is
Sometimes a rejection.
Although
Showing affection
Is touching in all ways -
Sensually,
Physically,
Slowly...
Thus my heart plays
This tortured solo.
Let me talk to you about soul.
I will take away
Your deepest sorrows,
We will watch
As the mirk will fall
As we lay as so...
