Where there used to be a wax-candle

Blowing in the rhythm of a mind inside a man

Working in the shadows of a midnight land

Where words were sealed with feathers on

Rough papers like a symbol of the present

Madness and its demand this absence

Is more than I can handle in lack of a

Seveninch candle desperately waiting for a

Woman to abuse me and amuse me with sharpened

Fingernails - thorns in modelled trance



I would like to crawl underneath your

Skin revel in forbidden and ferocious

Sin touch your breath feel the

Satisfaction - there is nothing like a stunning

Piece of nighttime attraction we would

Bring in some species of nature - if you

Were closer now - throw them right

Across this room - if you were closer now

(???) the laws no words upon our lips -

If you were present now - celebrate our

Presence until now - I feel you're

closing in somehow



Join in - the mysteries of heaven

Miserable, optional doors maybe sell

Our fortune to a devil on the way

Abusement that turn us into slaves



A song about the words so commercially

Despised - prostitution trapped them in a

Corner of my life - lines

Though I know a place where

They still can be written down and

Blossom like only spring can do when winter

Has been around So come with me and

The pleasures of mine - we'll walk the

Drawn fields, expose the secrets of life



There is no simple desire

Only harvesting of your rare fruit

To many words I cannot put words to

To many movements I cannot hide