Baboon
Stuart Smith
While time waits for no man
I'll be here in winter
Tear down your baracades
So I may enter
Your lips are warm
They comfort me
Open up
And lets begin
So I'll lay on this
Bed that I have made
So soundly sleep
And whisper your name
Oooooh you, you burn me up
One touch and I am in
A trance like state
Entwinning our fates to another
The cost of our will now both bound to each other
What was in your head
When you said
Until death?
The marks upon your skin
Tell tales while envy
Mocks without remorse
And ties you up in knots
One touch and I am in
A trance like state
Entwinning our fates to another
The cost of our will now both bound to each other
What was in your head
When you said
Until death?
Your lies unfold
Like lines that were left
In turn and consequently
Told all