Sophie B. Hawkins - Lines текст песни

I want your hand

Across my belly

I want your breasts

Upon my back

I want your pain

To rip right through me

I am your death

You are my wrath

Ill take your hand

Beyond the threshold

Ill take your gifts

As art of fact

Ill take your tongue

Right down to my throat

You are my loss

I am your map

I find your eyes

They give me shelter

I find your lips

They give me peace

I find your need to take me over

Open my heart

Ill tell you stories

Open my legs

Ill read your mind

Open my mail

Ill tell youre forty

You are my fate

Im your design

Ill lead you oer

The city burning

Ill lead you home

To provincetown

Ill lead you down

The soft dunes yearning

Youre my vision

I am your sound

I long to be

Your handsome woman

I long to feel

The crease of time

I long to free

Medusas stallion

Im your water

You are mine

I need to carve

Your face in pavement

I need to die

In your embrace

I need to keep

A grave engagement

Youre my power

Im your disgrace