Without You *** there’s no quest for desire
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger
Your elegance stirs the spirit of desire as your beauty
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
The passing star fades into the night and so does the notion
The weeping souls of eternity can be heard bellowing
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
we waltz in visions under the stars and share
Dancing alone with a love that came and went holding on to nothing endless
The hounds of hell wags their tails while drooling with anticipation
the tale of lost feelings that once held dreams holds none
Your selfishness love’s it’s compassion in your bizarre world of conceit
You **** The evening light traces the silhouette
