My warm blanket, crimson and thick,
Your moist touch welcomes me to madness
Oh but the others see it as sick,
The way I have been granted bliss

Most delicate crimson
Your light is divine
Despite all the fun
You can never be mine.

The sirens blair out in the night
My time with you is oh too short
I must flee from this site
The others mustn't see this sport.

Dear crimson blanket of mine,
This edge is not the end,
One day you will begin to shine,
Then, to you I shall tend.

The lights flash before my eyes
They have come to separate us again.
Do not listen or fear their lies
To you i shall cause no pain.

Here I await you, dearest blanket
Always ready for your embrace.
If you want my freedom, take it
I need to see your lovely face.

With this edge I now hold
I will join into your fold.