it moves between us
for one moment
like opium and your heart
we've remedys from the ancient gods
to heal the morals of our shadow [bad word] to me open up the door
lead me ciahra to the centre of it all
she opened and cried
with arms outstretched
lay down next to [bad word] take what's left
she cried holding me
someone's inside too [bad word] to suffer
for what she wants
condensation on the windows
peering back at myself
through the webs we have weaved
till this radiant morning somewhere else
oh where have I been
where have I been
her lips were hard
my heaven is cold let's loose her
whose inside me
let's use her
for what she wants
take her loosen up
loose enough