Текст песни Philosopher Kings - Charms
Philosopher Kings - Charms слова песни
sleep, my lovedream warm and hard and truein pieces, in colorsin a cloud of awkward bluehold, my handI feel the things you tell no manmove through you, so easyit`s a knife that cuts me throughand you bring me your charmsin the cool of your soft little handsin the heat of your legs and your armsyou bring me your charmsin, my armsin the circle of my armsyou`re my baby, my loverthat is warm and hard and truewhen you bring me your charmsin the cover of our evening sheetsin the twist of our legs and our armsyou bring me your charmsin, my armsin the circle of my armsyou`re my baby, my loverthat is warm and hard and truewhen you bring me your charmsin the cover of our evening sheetsin the twist of our legs and our armsyou bring me your charms (repeat x times)---lyric by jon levinemusic by gerald eaton and jon levine