The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
Bedroom whispers hungers and moans the beauty of your flesh
Blind *** Your pose conceals the dark desire
She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
Love never written compose each line lost in feelings
*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains
I feel your magic in dreams and see stardust
If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up
*** Remains of love in memories past a rainbow of black in shadows cast
The patrons were waiting for their wings of heaven doves as the bar room
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
the essence of your beauty permeates my soul
at the end of the rainbow make-believe was real and dreams
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
