dreams of you
in a drunken haze
in power-plays
as the novice lays
his hands on you
as the novice lays
his hands on you
dreams of you
your yelps
and moans
and moans
your body heat
your heart of stone
your heart of stone
your heavy sighs
your little lies
your little lies
and the rhythm of love
that cracks your bones
that cracks your bones
dreams of you
from silken days
of easy thrills
and artless ways
of easy thrills
and artless ways
before foreign shores
before drugs
and whores
before dry-eyed tears
and tight-shut doors
before drugs
and whores
before dry-eyed tears
and tight-shut doors
when you sang your song
and I played along
and I played along
“you are mine,
and I am yours.”
and I am yours.”
