Testo di Sweet Is

Sweet is the mind that carries me. Under its breath lies tragedy And when the fruit of passion lingers On choicely scented fingers On wings of doubt fly jealousy And fruit of love Sweet is that time that waits for me From evil grows insanity Morbid as splendour faked This diamond for my wake Is why I wait here patiently And fruit of love The fruit of love The food of love The fruit of love The food of love Loooooove, loooooove, loooooove The fruit of love The food of love The fruit of love The food of love Swift are these wings that carry me Under their breath fly jealousy On wings of doubt they'll carry me They'll carry me, they'll carry me The fruit of love The food of love The fruit of love The food of love