| In the heat of the moment In the heat of the night I often dare to fantasize About that continious foreign light And you are in it Everytime So when time flies me there And I arrive Every glass gets too deep to see the wine Dirty thoughts enter the mind And you are in it Everytime But then loneliness comes in And there is water by the wine There is a place but will you hide My eyes yearn to find you Everytime (This one's for you, babes... ;p) |
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