كلمات 14 Candles

Morning's perfect face Leans in close with lips of grace Trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe The cadence falling sighs The rhythm in Mirth's thighs When I was a single cell My heart was cast already, and even When I was a spirit waiting My prints were etched in flesh Fourteen candle souls Warm December's coming cold Innocence we lost Froze in winter's frost When I was a single cell My heart was cast already, and even When I was a spirit waiting My prints were etched in flesh I'll meet you on the mountain We'll shout at the city And I'll light you again When I was a single cell The die was cast already, and even And when I was a sprit waiting I left fingerprints on the scene When I was your past-life love I left fingerprints on your seam