Rye comes in a room filled with love
Voices call me fire from above

Feel the motion of her body on mine
Love burns as freely in my mind

Lie keeps me in tow slower
Oh child of flowers goes

Peal against the grain of the wind as the send
Pleads the sounds of lovers all around

Then in a room gone cold wine becomes the message
Voices seek tight running of water steep

Speak all ye profits of money in keep
Weak as the wildest of the fare want need everywhere

When in style we all call a wonder to living
Swoon in the doves love calls

Arms as empty as the wind seeking the peace
Lovers in sand lost the beach

Charm a snake in a snare over the country
Fingers run my hair

Moon dancing on a pure black sky
Silk of love burns my tired eye

Thing rests in presence of plot hid
Dust comes from the last to live

Must a living dying thought all in tin time she bought
Wing of air lifts her sighs into the valley far from lies

Go if must live the test on a coast
Well we drop to see wonder of wonder free

Fell, as drops into the well of know as time rows in slow
So kiss as the wheel goes around last to see fear is down

Feel the motion of her body on mine
Love burns as freely in my mind

Lie keeps me in tow slower
Oh child of flowers goes

Peal against the grain of the wind as the send
Mend hope in her wind