It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.
It won't do
to stir a deep desire,
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true.
I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;
But I don't know
how I would live with myself,
what I'd forgive of myself
if you don't go.
So goodbye,
sweet appetite,
no single bite
could satisfy...
I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;
But I don't know
what I would give of myself,
how I would live with myself
if you don't go.
It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long
for you.
| 1 | Luka |
| 2 | Tom's Diner |
| 3 | Book Of Dreams |
| 4 | Blood Makes Noise |
| 5 | Pornographer's Dream |
| 6 | No Cheap Thrill |
| 7 | 99,9 F |
| 8 | Gypsy |
| 9 | Marlene On The Wall |
| 10 | The Queen And The Soldier |