Sheen.
what are the gods up to
with us
where are the winds blowing too?
bit by bit i lose my mind
must i escape this fate
end flee?
to some oasis waitin
in the white sands
of solitarity.
each time she calls my name
with such sweet words
my resistance refrains
my bitter thoughts
she softens with her touch
but i just cannot get enough
it seems
lingering in written dreams
o my love, my angel of the night
how i long for the loss of
all your fright all your anxiety
please could'nt you tell me
is'nt there a secret recipee
to be together when we touch
so we could fly endlessly
we really need that remedy.
each time she calls my name
with such sweet words
all of my resistance refrains
my bitter thoughts
she softens with her touch
but i just cannot get enough
it seems
lingering in written dreams
we really really need that remedy
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supposed to become a song
(c)2001 fdg