I need you the way the skin needs a knife
Cutting away the dead and exposing the new
Such raw painful feelings
Such addicted needings
I want you like the page needs the pen
Spilling your dreams into my pulp
Feeding my pulse with your love
I'm just the face of a clock without hands
In each moment I spend without you
No use or no purpose
I'm dying for the cut of your kiss
Break the skin of my neck with your teeth
Expose all the lust and dreams hiding beneath
I'm aching for a drop of your heart
To absorb your light and your hopes
To be sweetly bleesed on the high of your touch
I need your hands on my face
Wipe away this dusty deaperation of tears
Give my life reason and heart hope
With your love