Every words so…
Every word's so fragile
Inside passion that feels like chasing rain

When the slowness of the day has gone
Leaving shadowlike feelings to depend upon


Every words so…
Every word's so fragile
Inside passion that feels like chasing rain


You sleep like breathing
You sleep like breath… gently


And the tease cries
Weeping listless laughter

Always thirsty like an attractive flower

When the danger in the touch is gone

Changing delicate evenings to reflective ones

And the tease cries

Weeping listless laughter
Always thirsty like an attractive flower


You sleep like breathing
You sleep like breath… gently