In your
room
Where time
stands still
Or moves at
your will
Will you
let the morning come soon
Or will you
leave me lying here
In your
favourite darkness
Your
favourite half-light
Your
favourite consciousness
Your
favourite slave
In your
room
Where souls
disappear
Only you
exist here
Will you
lead me to your armchair
Or leave me
lying here
Your
favourite innocence
Your
favourite prize
Your
favourite smile
Your
favourite slave
I'm hanging
on your words
Living on
your breath
Feeling
with your skin
Will I
always be here
In your
room
Your
burning eyes
Cause
flames to arise
Will you
let the fire die down soon
Or will I
always be here
Your
favourite passion
Your
favourite game
Your
favourite mirror
Your
favourite slave
I'm hanging
on your words
Living on
your breath
Feeling
with your skin
Will I
always be here
Will I
always be here
