I see it in the twilight,
I hear it soothe with song
attuned to diminishing perception,
a perfect illusion of voluptuous pain,
singing around me before the night:
after my eyes are veiled,
when I’m alone with you.
I see it in the twilight,
I hear it soothe with song
attuned to diminishing perception,
a perfect illusion of voluptuous pain,
singing around me before the night:
after my eyes are veiled,
when I’m alone with you.