You used to have two hands that remembered my body.
The fingers that wanted me.
You look at me from the other side of solitude
You whisper:
I'll always know what love is.
The secret of love is revealed by love.
Background: Dreaming about the dead
You used to have two hands that remembered my body.
The fingers that wanted me.
You look at me from the other side of solitude
You whisper:
I'll always know what love is.
The secret of love is revealed by love.
Background: Dreaming about the dead