I fear the breeze
When the storm has spent itself upon the shore
exposing rock and root and broken branch
then grateful souls will thank the gods and dance upon the tormented sands
and when the crying gull returns and the crickets once more play their broken violins,
then my lips will kiss your breasts of ivory
and my arms will be...
exposing rock and root and broken branch
then grateful souls will thank the gods and dance upon the tormented sands
and when the crying gull returns and the crickets once more play their broken violins,
then my lips will kiss your breasts of ivory
and my arms will be...