Flying Fish - Lovers to Bed lyrics

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