Heaven Can Wait کے بول

You slide your hand slowly Across the spine, time Lift your lids on another son Raise your eyes to meet those of another Day breaks your heart to pieces Cold the touch of tile Death, the stone your eyes shun Deep the root, high the branch Deep the sin, my arm stretched Vanity speaks back softly Lined eyes, your eyes lined Adam's at a distance, impression at a closer glance How beautifully miserable, Grace She swims on the other side Above and through every thought Every eye, every high Impossible, the understood Move me softly, move me slowly Take me in your arms of velvet Kiss me with satin, and drown me