Ah, Elvis. Where does your bitter sweet love for abandonment and surrender come from?
"I feel almost possessed
So long as I don't lose this glorious distress then
You can take all I have left
I know it's over
If you can't be my lover
Be my thief"
Wonderful imagery. When contact with you as this nocturnal thief of my heart is the most I can have with you. The wound I nurse just to have you come to me.
Ah, Elvis. Where does your bitter sweet love for abandonment and surrender come from?
"I feel almost possessed So long as I don't lose this glorious distress then You can take all I have left I know it's over If you can't be my lover Be my thief"
Wonderful imagery. When contact with you as this nocturnal thief of my heart is the most I can have with you. The wound I nurse just to have you come to me.