Patricia Barber - The Storyteller lyrics

I have loved you a thousand times, cared not a whit you were not mine. The wise men say I dove too deep, but fools can swim and breathe in sleep. Under the blue, under the air, Magicians we can conjure where the slightest sigh above the floor is like a scream we do bear more interest to cease desire within split seconds of a pause so thin. This shooting breathes like molten gla** and so we blow it is our task, to tender well the shyest need the silent prayer as thought were deed.