In the quiet of the night, I lose my way
Her touch is like the dawn that turns to day
A whisper in the wind, a siren's plea,
She brings a storm that takes its hold on me
The Tempest
Her tender lips are sweet as sweet honey
And stirs inside of me a great tempest
Therefore her kiss is sweetness at its best
But her sweet kiss does sting me like a bee
Obsessed all day by what's she's done to me
The stinging kiss does keep me from my rest
Her tender lips are sweet as sweet honey
And stirs inside of me a great tempest
My head is sinking like a ship at sea
And tossed and turned upon the oceans crest
I do not know if I am cursed or blest
By this delirium inside of me
Her tender lips are sweet as sweet honey
And stirs inside of me a great tempest