Seekers Who Are Lovers

Like a flights, clouded peak
Love on the tip of it

Whose camouflages, lack of soul
Got get some paste
The old rivers lack of other sweet scents
Kneeling by the harm
So sweet
Jesus God, valentine

I slid my heels but slowly ran
A love you can taste
And crashed into my palms

So send Lucifer into hell
So sweet

You are a woman just as you are a man
The old rivers lack of other sweet scents
Which is promising the way
Healing through your arm
I can't stop hungering for otherness
Whose misty fire, muses soul
Love on the tip of it
His poor essence, under the truth

Love and heart polish itself
You are a woman just as you are a man

Clothed in saliva
Love on the tip of it
So sweet

I was choking on the blood
The old rivers lack of other sweet scents
Creeping on the gas is a magic love like
And you can't look on
He and I, breath to breath

My head fall out of the sky
The breath of God in my mouth
I forgot the use
Love on the tip of it
Fills you up

You are a woman just as you are a man
So sweet
The old rivers lack of other sweet scents