Текст песни Sophie B. Hawkins - 32 Lines
Sophie B. Hawkins - 32 Lines слова песни
I want your handAcross my bellyI want your breastsUpon my backI want your painTo rip right through meI am your deathYou are my wrathIll take your handBeyond the thresholdIll take your giftsAs art of factIll take your tongueRight down to my throatYou are my lossI am your mapI find your eyesThey give me shelterI find your lipsThey give me peaceI find your need to take me overOpen my heartIll tell you storiesOpen my legsIll read your mindOpen my mailIll tell youre fortyYou are my fateIm your designIll lead you oerThe city burningIll lead you homeTo provincetownIll lead you downThe soft dunes yearningYoure my visionI am your soundI long to beYour handsome womanI long to feelThe crease of timeI long to freeMedusas stallionIm your waterYou are mineI need to carveYour face in pavementI need to dieIn your embraceI need to keepA grave engagementYoure my powerIm your disgrace