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 shadows
 [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 that 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
Loose her
Whose inside me
Let's use her
For what she wants

Take her
Take my mind
And then it slipped away
Then it slipped away
Hold me
Hold my hand
Loosen up
Loose enough