S AVA G E W I N D
STAIN OF LOVE
Here the savage wind tears
The memory of last autumn...
We came closer with eyes open...
In a parachute which touches the world
This night and moved into shadows
Your lips and hand...still warm
Your eyes and mine
A sensuous moon and speechless hearts
When the night is over
And our memories have set sail
Now that we have come back
To our broken home
Love is an empty room
A slow sensual flame, licking the wounds
A
slow sensual flame, licking the wounds
I have searched for your memory
Each time I have lost my way
Tattooed moon gliding down in a parachute
I often remember you
In my innocence
It rained and rained at our broken home.
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