You stretch out your nails
And claw at my skin
You sigh out my name
As the shaking begins
My lips catch your breath
My hands around your neck
I have lost myself in lust
If these great halls were not built for us
You will have a home here in my arms
Each waking hour
Each fleeting second
Burning away a memory
If I could let go of every moment that made me who I am
I'd let go
If these great halls were not built for us
You will have a home here in my arms
Each waking hour
Each fleeting second
Burning away a memory

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