I dream on tip-toe murmuring
I drink the cold, brave night
And peel back the stars
Sworn, I lock the door behind me now
Sure, I dive into the restless pools of light
Oooh I stand before you now
Oooh, dare you to take my pulse
And tell me that I don't mean it
With insect ears I listen for
A sound of you tonight
Yes I'll be merciless
You rush in clear and loud
Your Cheshire ghost appears
I taste the gorgeous tide
Oooh, I don't pray anymore
Oooh, I take your hand and know
The scent of my own skin
