Haunted
(专辑: October Rust - 1996)
A
swollen sun melting at the
horizon, Between the
sheets I
wait for her to come. A
living flame, impossible to resist, Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick. Oh I'm haunted Oh I'm haunted Oh I'm haunted (by her). Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions, Hades I'm sure must be missing a
demon I
I
hate the
morning I
I
hate the
morning. From the
panes a
green mist swirls Is it a
shadow of reflection? This apparition in moon beams bathed A
voice like wind through trees beckons. Cool rain on hot summer stone The
odor fills my presence, Of freshly dug grave and death and night These things are her essence. Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover, your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste My goddess of the
violet twilight You are lust incarnate. In the
sweat of my bed The
eastern sky hints of dawning, Alone and awake but exhausted I
lie Oh how I
hate the
morning. I
hate I
hate the
morning (light), I
I
hate I
hate the
morning (light). I
hate I
hate (Morning light).