Pour yourself into me. Our time approaches. So near that I sigh. What danger in such an adorer?. . We dance and the music dies. We carry them all away.
Lost my baby in a cemetery. Lost my baby in a cemetery. . Driving around with no place to go. How many times has this happened before. Feelings of madness, feelings of pain.
Regrets are worthless. They misconstrue the past in sight and the sound. And as lines recede. No one speaks a word of his lust. A word of dreams that are left to rust.