The touch of your lips send shivers down my spine
Entranced by the illumination of your skin in the moonshine
A love story so intense, but defined by forced restraint
A sinner to many, but to me you are a saint
Addicted to the kisses in the alley who lacks a light
A lone man in the dark with the phantom of the night
How can something so wrong, feel so right?
How can a love so foul, shine so bright?
The passion we share have me questioning my morals
My conscience and my lust in a state of constant quarrel
As the heart of my true love bled
We spent yet another night in bed
And as the love of my life fell to her death
My lips were greedily tasting the scent of your breath
I have failed everyone I love, but you
But in my darkest moments I wonder:
Does any of this even bother you?
@Alexander Berg Mattsson, 2012