Marked
The first time we touched I thought I'd died
And when we parted I felt that burning inside
And when we pressed against the dark
Cerebral healing
Would leave it's mark on me
Would leave its mark on me
Me
Blessed by the virtue in your smile
Such child-like purity so sensually entwined
And in your breath the flames will rise
That cleansing warmth restores the colour in my eyes
You leave your mark on me
(Leave your mark on me)
You leave your mark on me
(Leave your mark on me)
You leave your mark on me
Writer/s: Richard Penniman, Albert Collins
