The Face of My Innocence

As the reasons came and went
And swept across the face of my innocence
I was lost

To know your face and your true shade
To feel your lips, and to be bade
To praise the night
To praise my unknown faith
Must I sure find a way
To infest the wound?
Infest the wound

Inside the wound that draws me near
And cries my name, and feeds my presence
I am here

To know your face and your true shade
To hide in here, in this place

I long for one piece with you
I cry for my peace is in you

Inside the wound I hope to find
The essence and presence of you
Inside the wound I hope to learn
The art of fucking you

Inside the wound I hope to find
The essence and presence of you
Inside the wound I hope to learn
The art of fucking you

After the reasons came and went
And swept across the face of my innocence
I was lost
Inside the wound that draws me near
And cries my name, and feeds my presence
I am here

To know your face and your true shade
To feel your lips, and to be bade
To know your face and your true shade
To hide in here, in this place

I long for one piece with you
I cry for my peace is in you