My senses are open to signs I can’t read
My body is longing for touches and sin
Flesh is so weak, or so they say
But in the state I’m in my spirit is weaker
And this new old feeling takes over me
Torments me, absorbs me, revives me and haunts me
Transforming…
I can’t help but feel I’m left out alone
And all the pleasures I could have known
Are nothing but guesses of what might have been
Why did I give up when I should have given in?
And this new old feeling takes over me
Torments me, absorbs me, revives me and haunts me
Transforming…
