The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve;
lovers, to bed; it's almost fairy time...
Too many hands have touched in the dark
betrayingly soft and much too hard
too many hands just for a lark
Until our hands met - glowed in the dark
Where does a circle end and begin?
- every single inch of your skin
How does a circle spin?
- open your arms and let me in
Both of your hands close into mine
a**uringly soft tongues dipped in wine
both of your hands fit into nunc
lovers to bed, it's almost fairy time
Since I hit my head
my hands began to yearn
I headed for your bed
my hands began to burn
Your lips are warm and red
my hands reach out to learn
I'm heading for your bed
my hands begin to burn...
Lovers to bed it's almost fairy time