I want my eyes in your eyes
I want my voice in your ear
I want the cool hands of the wind
I still want the pain of loving
The sick of all that is wonderful
I still want to burn gently
Walk two steps from the sun
And I want to disturb the stones
Change the face of my nights
Shedding your mystery
And time is my business
I want your laughter in my mouth
I want your trembling shoulders
I want to wash up tenderly
On a lost paradise
I want to find my double
I want origin of the trouble
I want to caress the unknown
And I want to disturb the stones
Change the face of my nights
Make the skin tone mystery
And I make time my business
I want to die on a Sunday
At the first chill of spring
Under the great sun of Satan
I want to die without fear
Melted into a leaden sleep
I want to die with my eyes open
Nose to the sky like a beggar
And I want to disturb the stones
Change the face of my nights
Make the skin your mystery
And time is my business

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