Chris Connely Come Down Here
beyond the softward silence shadows midnight mind the warmth appeared in seconds like the dark a trail of swollen fruit leads to a higher kind lips and lovers' limbs begin to part search and you shall find what you want take what's mine breathe in the air of the hour we were there in the middle of the magic is a perfect flower in the heat of the moment is a flame it all comes real to me to you in a secret shower and blends the blood inside til we're the same I disappeared between you many times before and every single time I never leave awake with you and stranded on another shore too dreamlike and delirious to believe bring in the night and the moon and the light shake off the day you were born and I'll stay in the middle of the magic is a perfect flower in the heat of the moment is a flame it all comes real to me to you in a secret shower and blends the blood inside til we're the same close to the skin shut your eyes we begin fall like a leaf onto me in your sleep in the middle of the magic is a perfect flower in the heat of the moment is a flame it all comes real to me to you in a secret shower and blends the blood inside til we're the same