Frozen fingers on my skinGuilty hands clutching ginYour tinthin eyes can t see withinSoul to soul and skin to skin we burnAnd the silence won t subsieAs I crawl to your scaly sideYour eyes could never hideMy eyes and all their prideMy shoulder to your face is so warmDim light from moon outlines our formYou re sinewy and shiftless and so forlornBetween here and thereand everywhere you re tornCarving out a piece for mesaving three for youSqueeze me tight that s allWaiting... waiting for youTo call out my namespeak to meAnd say that it s alright to be on the wrong trackCall out my namespeak to meAnd say that it s alright to be on the wrong trackThere s a warm breeze in the city tonightSoft light makes every sad sight seem alrightAnd I m spinning around and we re holding tightSoul to soul and face to face we turn...

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