Stranger please come over
Comfort me with your warmth
I can feel your aura
Awakening me
I'm craving your touch
Skin on skin
Conglomerating bodies
Feel the fire within
She became the gardener of souls
Watering inner droughts
And desperately waiting for a blossom to arouse
In piles of ash
I want to lie still near you
I want to feel your lips
I want to lie still near you
I want to
Let us taste the dark
Before the birds awake
We're too young to be this shy
So dim the lights
She became the gardener of souls
Watering inner droughts
And desperately waiting for a blossom to arouse
In piles of ash