I long to hear them be spoken
Whispered softly and with such love
Your enchantment is my problem
For I arrived
And expected such a lot
I always wanted more
My greed unrelinquished and unforgot
Your potion is of concentrate lust
My hunger a dieing man
You build me up and break me down
Tonight is my last programme
It was all my fault you see
My judgement clouded by red
I shouldn't have fallen for you
My heart now dry and unfed
