My heart is red, the meadow is green;
you are standing there in your silk dress
and looking at me longingly, with your eyes
your eyes of feline longing, Mon amour.
I wish to soothe that longing, wishing
to souls above, let me take you on my dreamboat,
my dreamboat of love,
Soothe the ache, from the punch I did not deliver.
Protect and shelter you in my arms, so that I may be one
with you, in bed, forever and ever
until I'm dead, severed from you.
But I will find my way back to you,
even if it comes to that.
Soon... We will meet in the flesh.
and this ache will subside.
Soon I will hold you, and soothe your sadness at mankind's ways.
Soon I will be the man you deserve too
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
My heart is red, the meadow is green;
you are standing there in your silk dress
and looking at me longingly, with your eyes
your eyes of feline longing, Mon amour.
I wish to soothe that longing, wishing
to souls above, let me take you on my dreamboat,
my dreamboat of love,
Soothe the ache, from the punch I did not deliver.
Protect and shelter you in my arms, so that I may be one
with you, in bed, forever and ever
until I'm dead, severed from you.
But I will find my way back to you,
even if it comes to that.
Soon... We will meet in the flesh.
and this ache will subside.
Soon I will hold you, and soothe your sadness at mankind's ways.
Soon I will be the man you deserve too
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