Is it the horsy ride that makes you giggle in dreams or the flying spoon open the hatch
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
The weeping souls of eternity can be heard bellowing
we waltz in visions under the stars and share
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
The falling ambers of love still smolder with hope that time
So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger
The hounds of hell wags their tails while drooling with anticipation
The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard is the sound of sighs
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
In Dreams *** Let me sleep a little longer
There’s no need to take cover the morning light cast no shadows on love
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
