As I tore into my woman Her body accepted its sin I saw her dying there Just below my wing...
In dies all over me, Cascades of your black hair. I knew the world's end; I felt it, true and rare.
We dance and the music dies We carry them all away As we glide, through their lost eyes You lift me above myself
Arise from your slumber In my arms Your beauty took the strength From meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
