Sweetlove let me chase your hair like fairies through the mist

Let me kiss the lip of honey

and lick the sweet bliss


I have never wanted to be consumed more than anything

than by you


Your mind, your soul

I see the verdant glow in your eyes

the answers that lie inside the sleepy meadow

the endlessly surreal nights

getting to feel you.


Because when we're together

the steel spires decline

the roads emerge with floral hues

the city bows her youth to you


you are the old soul

the honest truth

the searchlight casting a deep rose

through the fog to land on

those blackrock shores


Let me chase you through the days

let me have you in every way

I have been a man of possessions few

I'll give away each day with you.