Adonis And Bathsheba کے بول

To an orgy in a garden of flowers Adonis and Bathsheba flew All of creation awaits them Flowing, they'll stand by the crystal blue Stream of desire and erotic rebellion That parades through their hearts and minds They look at one another as much as they don't To touch is their need To love, they are blind To love, they are blind An abandoned gazebo house Is what looks to be a perfect place They undress as they're running, Bathsheba crying Adonis' sweat upon his face For them, there is no morning Only night decisions so grand There is no bed, how will they ever love? They decide to stand No bed, they decide to stand Adonis and Bathsheba in a garden of flowers In a garden of love