Milonga کے بول

Milonga (Bruce/Hanrahan) There is no deity there It's your eyes filled with fears That taught the clouds to release their tears You taught the skies how to cry When I run my hand thro' your hair There is never science or sin It was the touch of your skin That teaches my body to breathe There is never science or sin It was the touch of your skin That teaches my body to breathe . . . You taught the night to be dark When you left my place You made up dancing light When you lifted your face You placed me in this city To punish me You taught the sky how to cry How to cry You made the earth to spin And spin out of control Each time we make love You invent depth and soul Each time my arms surround you You create the idea of calm You taught the skies to cry Each time my arms surround you You taught the sky to cry There is no deity there It's your eyes filled with fears You taught the sky how to cry