Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and dreams
Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
the essence of your love permeates my soul
Never My Love With her dying breath she whispered my tomorrow
parking down the street walking very discreet to my back alley girl I slip inside wiping the tears
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
I hear whispers from my soul the lament of love
The passing star fades into the night and so does the notion
Sways of love in body sweat skin so soft warm and wet pulling me deeper
A white lie fades into black the story of love and happiness
a lost soul staring in the dark waiting for the second coming
The dance of dreams in harmony as hearts are woven
True Love These awful days of loneliness holds my wayward feelings
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers