Ashes cover the ground
It's nothing now
The city is buried
Beneath
And with a mighty gust of wind
The city is revealed
Golden entrance
Warm hands
Warm hearts
beating for love
The lost city of our hearts
Is found
Your heart covered in scars
One touch by a healer of hands
Warms it and heals you
Craving your touch more than any drug
Start this wide spread epidemic
Pain would usually be intense when writ
But your love is light and intense
A paradox your love is
Like me
Like a bright smile
My heart gleams at yours
Tired of life
I find my rest in you
warm heart
Warm hands
Held between lost cities
god damn!
