It’s the night before the night before the night before In your arms Folded flat packed Crushed, hearing your heart Compressed against mine In our little box We define
Gazing down upon wispy hair Filled with buds hanging precariously Mischievous eyes gazing up Into me Into me I long, long, long To get down on my knees
Oh yes baby Let me slip away Running rivers over harsh mountains Sliding graciously by, Leaves gathered dancing Tossed together eagerly In new refreshing breeze Without you
Shape of distorted world Mirrors that of my heart As seas burn under scorching sun Flowers wilt in early months Moon chases little children To ghostly nightmare kingdom