The rush of love
Smells like the word
I used on my guts as a sword.
And from above
It shines the light
Of thunders, wishes and of might.
Breathe Me In
If I had my own world, I'd build you an empire, To spread love like violence…
The rush of love
Smells like the word
I used on my guts as a sword.
And from above
It shines the light
Of thunders, wishes and of might.
