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 as we glide through their lost eyes you lift me above myself with the ghostly lake on your mind arise from your slumber in my arms your beauty took the strength from me in the meadows of heaven, we run through the stars romantic in our tastes, we are without excuse we burn in our lust, we die in our eyes and drown in our arms
adorer, arm, romantic, glide, ghostly