In the cold and silent morning i feel the need of having you,
Just a little touch to make my heart so pure.
Like little arrows the rain pours,
it leaves me with sores,
only a gentle touch could fix.
In the cold and silent morning i feel the need of having you,
Just a little touch to make my heart so pure.
Like little arrows the rain pours,
it leaves me with sores,
only a gentle touch could fix.