Wait a while I’ll do anything For your hands in my hair
I'm no conjurer I can’t make you stay But I'm so afraid
Enveloped in furs That you wrapped around my form Wish I didn’t need them
But here I cling To the softness Makes it a little less lonely
And holy waters Pulled me beneath before Better men than me before
But I won’t this time descend Back from where I'm sent I won’t slip away
Any way you could fill a cup The slimmer drink means not the fuller love Whether warmth or chill, instead clings Even as I'm taken by deathly stings
Still I will drink Keep hold my secret in torture’s grip If scorched earth do become of us Or every man is seized with lust I will profess to have loved every form And find you, regardless in the storm
