I shiver with delight, I shiver
with fear
my heart wants to go but my
soul's filled with fear
So I turn to my lover and
ask what do I do
do I answer their call or
stay here with you
But under spell of deep sleep
he moans and turns away
taking his protection and
my desire to stay
So I rise to the hill tops,
I ride the night winds
I make love to the darkness
and laugh at man's sins
Marco Giunco |
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