I'll take your washed out words and raise you a smile
when you try to suppress, I'll turn it to the sweetest caress
look at you, eyes closed, you're sure to miss that which cannot be chose
the awakening of senses, allowing you to seek and be found

I love the sound of your whispered threats
cos i'll turn them to the sweetest caress
and you can be limp and I'll caress you
caress you
caress your mind
If you want me to
Ignore the monotone and let the patter of footsteps spells surprise
Now breathe and just say
bring it on
bring it on sweetheart
bring it on

And it couldn't get any deeper now
and you're a heavy sleeper now
it must have been so heavy, not letting you go
let it go
The deepest sigh
The purest cry
The sweetest softest caress

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'Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. ~Victor Hugo'