At the foot of a forest of dark hair Is a door there, and here comes the key As the grammar of one finger Forms a language Of this ecstasy
Where the back of her neck Meets the back of her leg Meets the back of her head Meets the back of her breast
Falling further into marriage This love would need not shout its name And as the missile learns its target Where sediments should stay
As the back of your head Meets the back of my leg Meets the back of my head Meets the back of your breast Meets the back of our legs Meets the back of our necks Meets the back The back and beyondTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
