Gira, Westberg, Kizys)



My man walks on hands and knees

I am his first and only child

He is mine

He is my saint

He brings me roses and incense

And he closes my mind

He closes my mind

With real love

Real love

Real love

Real love

I will kiss the ground

Where he left a taste

of his strength of mind

Take me down

Take me down now

Take me down

Into the cold dead earth

Take me down

Take me down there

In your hands again

Take me down

Take me down

With real love

Real love

Real love

Real love

When I dream that sweet dream

When I forget where I am

I will always remember

Your hand on my shoulder

Pulling me down

Pulling me down

Into the cold dead earth

Take me down

Take me down

Take me down

Take me down there

With real love

Real love

Real love

Real love