Steaming

(альбом: Touch - 1988)

You're always waiting on the tides
It's time you decide
I've walked down long roads
That seem to have no end at all

You never wanted time to end
To let my life offend
It's time to realize what hides
Deep inside your holy eyes

Hold on tight, hold on fast
This ain't the kind that always lasts
If you want me to go
Just ask me to go, I'll go

All the way, my love
Over the hills and right on to you
Run away, my love
Over the hills and right on through you
Over the hills and right on through you
Lying awake in these restless dreams
Life's never what it seems
I've always tried to read your eyes
To get inside that scornful mind

Hold on tight, hold on fast
This ain't the kind that always lasts
If you want me to go
Just ask me to go, I'll go

All the way, my love
Over the hills and right on through you
Run away, my love
Over the hills and right on through you

I was with you on that pallet, steaming
Spinning 'round in circles, dreaming
I was with you on that pallet, steaming
Running 'round in circles, screaming

All the way, my love
Over the hills and right on through you
All the way, my love
Over the hills and right on through you