كلمات Set The Table

It's three o'clock in the morning I'm waiting for sunlight Here here here I am trying to believe in myself Were I a patato peeler I'ld love to ride your skin Were I a patato peeler I'ld love to ride your skin Here here here I am trying to believe in myself Flowers are blooming for you in the soil of my groovy garden Flowers are blooming for you in the soil of my garden A drop of lust betrays my hunger A scent of passion covers my anything with a shade of velvet Here here here here here I am waiting for sunlight to come My hands are searching for artificial light My hands are searching for artificial light My body is aching for warmth My soul is drooling of desire My body is aching for warmth My soul is drooling of desire A drop of lust betrays my hunger A scent of passion covers my anything with a shade of velvet