Sear Me MCMXCIII

Pour yourself, into me
Our time approaches so near, that I sigh
What danger in such an adorer?
We dance and the music dies
We carry them all away
As we glide through their lost eyes
You lift me above myself
With the ghostly lake on your mind
Arise from your slumber in my arms
Your beauty took the strength from me

In the meadows of heaven, we run through the stars
Romantic in our tastes
We are without excuse
We burn in our lust
We die in our eyes
And drown in our arms



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Powell, Aaron Stainthorpe, Calvin Robertshaw, Richard Miah, Andrew David Craighan, Adrian Richard Winfield Jackson
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