I want to feel by the morning

I want to feel that you want it

Oh let me feel what you are

Flashes on match heads

Splashes of ashes

Embers arising

Smoke fills the skies in

Wind blows in then crashes

Waves over the ashes

Hills washed up in violet

Eyes close up to hide it

I want to feel that you want it

I want to feel by the morning

I want to feel that you want it

Oh let me feel what you are

I want to feel that you want it

I want to feel by the morning

I want to feel that you want it

Oh let me feel what you are

Freefall in Paris

Sundreams in flashes

Growing and rising

Rain fills the skies in

Sunday morning crashes

Flickering of lashes

Sink into the mattress

Fall into the atlas

Flashes on match heads

Splashes of ashes

Sink in the mattress

Tell me that you want it

I want to feel that you want it

I want to feel by the morning

I want to feel that you want it

Oh let me feel what you are

I want to feel that you want it

I want to feel by the morning

I want to feel that you want it

Oh let me feel what you are