love, time stops when you are gone from me,
The wind stands still, as though it waits for your
Return. I long for you to set it free
And set a breeze upon this distant shore.
The hours press upon my soul, it cries
To you with ev'ry dying breath. O Come!
O darkness come! And save me with your lies,
That this young fool may feel your heart's sweet drum.
These hands they hunger for your touch, they reach
for you, cursed only with the night's embrace.
My lips crave yours, and to my hands they teach,
To dance until it is your lips they trace.
Too long have I been made to dwell in dreams,
I need to hold you in my arms it seems.