My lovely foe

I want this bliss but something says I must resist



Your tongue is on my shoulder
And there's nothing on my brain
Don't follow me home



I'm subtle like a lion's cage
Such a cautious display



Can't you feel the warmth of my sincerity?
You make motion when you cry



You were majesty
Your roads were heavy
And your longing was cut from bone




He drove it fast to make the night
And looked at his angel where she lay
Resting her head and closed her eyes
And outside the heat and the summer fades




Υ.Γ. Το καυκιάρικο μπαρτοκόριτσο σας εύχεται να περάσετε όμορφα και να μη σκέφτεστε το κοντέρ που γυρίζει, γιατί δεν έχει απολύτως καμία σημασία.