Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Within truth is seldom told from the
In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
the essence of your love permeates my soul
at the end of the rainbow make-believe was real and dreams
yearning with anticipation as my heart holds the
the tale of lost feelings that once held dreams holds none
With this wish I wish tonight that you and I could catch a ride on a meteorite
parking down the street walking very discreet to my back alley girl I slip inside wiping the tears
lost souls waiting in the dark hoping for the second coming
Dark Figure *** Tears falling as I sleep falling so strange
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
I hunger In lust pleading with love to forgive
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
