when he presses his lips
close to my ear
and speaks the language
of my misty places
there is no stopping
the rain
and when he holds
my arms out as if to
spread my wings
I oblige and begin
to soar
beautiful-insane
the way we play
our games
when he calls me by that
other name....
Alyce (c) 2002
From "B-52"
close to my ear
and speaks the language
of my misty places
there is no stopping
the rain
and when he holds
my arms out as if to
spread my wings
I oblige and begin
to soar
beautiful-insane
the way we play
our games
when he calls me by that
other name....
Alyce (c) 2002
From "B-52"