Hopeless wanderer, you found me when I was a young girl. Once I found a reason, an undiscovered first, and it stoned me, my secret heart, a martyr for my love for you.
I did it my way, and it spread into the white, into the mystic, out on the corner, a purple haze.
The air near my fingers alive, now at last, it goes on and on amongst the waves, traveling without moving - truth doesn't make a noise.
A parallel universe, the perfect space, lying in the hands of God one evening, in a state of love and trust we put our time in a bottle.
Those golden dreams within you hypnotize a girl like me. Fearless young lust, fire water lit up my darkest days inside and out.
Your touch, this strange desire, a sweet emotion like a prayer, in the evening, in the houses of the holy, a careless whisper, a shot in the dark, takes my breath away.
Never let me go. Outside this cosmic love, madness has control. I need to breath your breath of life, I feel it all. Let's come together and learn to fly.
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