Set The Table

It's three o'clock in the morning

I'm waiting for sunlight

Here here here I am

trying to believe in myself

Were I a patato peeler

I'ld love to ride your skin

Were I a patato peeler

I'ld love to ride your skin

Here here here I am

trying to believe in myself

Flowers are blooming for you

in the soil of my groovy garden

Flowers are blooming for you

in the soil of my garden

A drop of lust betrays my hunger

A scent of passion covers my anything

with a shade of velvet

Here here here here here I am

waiting for sunlight to come

My hands are searching for artificial light

My hands are searching for artificial light

My body is aching for warmth

My soul is drooling of desire

My body is aching for warmth

My soul is drooling of desire

A drop of lust betrays my hunger

A scent of passion covers my anything

with a shade of velvet