There is light in my lady's house And there's none but some falling rain This like a spoken word She is more than her thousand names
No hands are half as gentle Or firm as they like to be Thank God you see me the way you do Strange as you are to me
It is good in my lady's house And the shape that her body makes Love is a fragile word In the air on the length we lay
No hands are half as gentle Or firm as they like to be Thank God you see me the way you do Strange as you are to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
