Sinking silk, and burning gold

Touch you as the air is turning cold

Another place i look for you

The heights above an almost perfect view

Seeing things just rest a while

As the tide sweeps out another mile

Inside the man, the pleasure dome

This is the world that i once called home

Strangers in their naked skin

Waiting for their sweet oblivion

Close to you, hear all you say

Even though you're continents away

The perfumed air, the taste of fear

Shrug your shoulders and they disappear

Take this gift and let it grow

Let it be all the hope you know

It doesn't change


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