Holy Waters

(альбом: Holy Waters - 2023)

Wait a while
I'll do anything
For your hands in my hair

I'm no conjurer
I can't make you stay
But I'm so afraid

Enveloped in furs
That you wrapped around my form
Wish I didn't need them

But here I cling
To the softness
Makes it a little less lonely

And holy waters
Pulled me beneath before
Better men than me before

But I won't this time descend
Back from where I'm sent
I won't slip away

Any way you could fill a cup
The slimmer drink means not the fuller love
Whether warmth or chill instead clings
Even as I'm taken by deathly stings

Still I will drink
Keep hold my secret in torture's grip
If scorched earth do become of us
Or every man is seized with lust
I will profess to have loved every form
And find you regardless in the storm

Any place with you is home
Any place with you is home
Any place with you is home
Any place with you is home
Any place with you is home
Any place with you is home
Any place with you is home
Any place with you is home