What inspires a person to be loyal to one lover?
I wish to stand at the helm of my own destiny
Cloaked like a beggarwoman fighting against the lashing rain
Pamper me with honeysuckle dreams. Make me forget about tomorrow.
My words are mighty, formidable, and strange
My cup is full again
You called it a dream, but I called it home
I have sympathy for the devil now as the cradle falls from the bough
Your hands on my body / After you sink another drink
My thoughts are limitless / My time, finite