In your kisses, I would be content to live my life without apathy,
And in your smile, that gorgeous smile, I would have to sit and just wait a while,
And in you mind, in that place, where all these lovely things take their shape,
And through your eyes, those lovely sights, I could be at peace and write,
But in my bones you saw,
A day when our daemons finally won,
On story books and crumbs, the haunted love to love,
On story books and crumbs, the haunted love to love,
I am pining, shewing the summer away,
In these things I've no desire, no desire to stay,
In your voice, you're siren call, I am weak for evermore,
And your whispers, diffident and sure, may well be my only cure,
And In you hair, cascading down, shining like a waterfall at dawn,
In these things, there's another world, where we're always one, in twirled,
But in my bones you saw,
A day when our daemons finally won,
On story books and crumbs, the haunted love to love,
On story books and crumbs, the haunted love to love,
I am pining, shewing the summer away,
In these things I've no desire, no desire to stay.
In your kisses will I be, alway bound or freed?
1 | Wishing Well |
2 | Animals |
3 | Lullaby (For Haunted Nights) |
4 | Out Of Phase |
5 | Bitter Side Of Love |
6 | You Have My Word |
7 | Painted |
8 | Fucked |
9 | Blown Away |
10 | A Thief In The Night |