The water is wide The ship is slow Of all the watery bodies I've only known my own
Its feet are wet So the rest is cold The night fires burn low On my shaded globe
On a frozen sea On a mountain road I picture your love In a graceful glow You are distant, love But there I go
I want to slide you up under my T-shirt I want to wrap your army of arms around me like feelers I want to feel your softness on my clammy stomach And sweaty, have your stray hairs on my tongue And young, rise up like warm buns And young, rise up, rise like suns And invisible, I could take you into my lungs And invisible, I could take you in through my songs You're a warming wind from a distant sun You're a warming wind from a distant sun I'm an iceberg and I'll melt and out I'll runTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
