My eyes are rain
When they behold thee
And my breath is death
When my lips caress thee
You are not my enemy
I will make my bed up for thee
You are not my enemy
I will make my bed up for thee
There is a ghost in my hallway
A voice of mourning
You marked my body with the star of God
To love is to marry
You are not my enemy
I will make my bed up for thee
You are not my enemy
I will make my bed up for thee
When you come in my room
There will be laughing
Lady of all my adoring
You will be my homecoming
You are not my enemy
I will make my bed up for thee
You are not my enemy
I will make my bed up for thee

INVIA LE CORREZIONI