Touch my face
With your ink- stained fingerMake my heart race
Let your soft voice lingerLet me taste
Kisses that could burn wintersLeave a trace
With words like splintersTake your place
Beside this mortal sinner
Touch my face
With your ink- stained fingerMake my heart race
Let your soft voice lingerLet me taste
Kisses that could burn wintersLeave a trace
With words like splintersTake your place
Beside this mortal sinner