Baboon

While time waits for no man
I’ll be here in winter
Tear down your baracades
So I may enter
Your lips are warm
They comfort me
Open up
And let’s begin
So I’ll lay on this
Bed that I have made
So soundly sleep
And whisper your name
Oooooh you, you burn me up
One touch and I am in
A trance like state
Entwining our fates to another
The cost of our will now both bound to each other
What was in your head
When you said
«until death»?
The marks upon your skin
Tell tales while envy
Mocks without remorse
And ties you up in knots
One touch and I am in
A trance like state
Entwining our fates to another
The cost of our will now both bound to each other
What was in your head
When you said
«until death»?
Your lies unfold
Like lines that were left
In turn and consequently
Told all