Paroles de Sweet Spot

The sweetest spot When it's gone, it's gone Don't make me suffer for that Just to love me A final dividend Between lust and the tell of song Between the flesh and the fondest wrong There is a gardless state Where the real and the dream may consummate The sweetest spot When it's gone, it's gone Don't make me suffer for that Just to love me A final dividend Between the wound and the end Between the break and the mend Between the world and the get Between bone dry and the dripping wet It's in the holy ghost of air Between two hands held in prayer There is a gardless state Where the real and the dream may consummate The sweetest spot When it's gone, it's gone Don't make me suffer for that Just to love me A final dividend