*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains
In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit
if I tie my feelings to your dreams would you share them
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
when I hear her rebel yell she’ll say jump and I jump like hell
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger
If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up
I hear whispers from my soul the lament of love
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
the essence of your love permeates my soul
We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
You took your life you’re suffering is done but the suffering of your love ones has just begun