Set The Table

It's three o'clock in the morning
I'm waiting for sunlight
Here here here I am
trying to believe in myself

Were I a patato peeler
I'ld love to ride your skin
Were I a patato peeler
I'ld love to ride your skin

Here here here I am
trying to believe in myself

Flowers are blooming for you
in the soil of my groovy garden
Flowers are blooming for you
in the soil of my garden

A drop of lust betrays my hunger
A scent of passion covers my anything
with a shade of velvet

Here here here here here I am
waiting for sunlight to come

My hands are searching for artificial light
My hands are searching for artificial light

My body is aching for warmth
My soul is drooling of desire
My body is aching for warmth
My soul is drooling of desire

A drop of lust betrays my hunger
A scent of passion covers my anything
with a shade of velvet