Set The Table
It's three o'clock in the morning
I'm waiting for sunlight
Here here here I am
trying to believe in myself
Were I a patato peeler
I'ld love to ride your skin
Were I a patato peeler
I'ld love to ride your skin
Here here here I am
trying to believe in myself
Flowers are blooming for you
in the soil of my groovy garden
Flowers are blooming for you
in the soil of my garden
A drop of lust betrays my hunger
A scent of passion covers my anything
with a shade of velvet
Here here here here here I am
waiting for sunlight to come
My hands are searching for artificial light
My hands are searching for artificial light
My body is aching for warmth
My soul is drooling of desire
My body is aching for warmth
My soul is drooling of desire
A drop of lust betrays my hunger
A scent of passion covers my anything
with a shade of velvet
