Wait a while
I’ll do anything
For your hands in my hair

I'm no conjurer
I can’t make you stay
But I'm so afraid

Enveloped in furs
That you wrapped around my form
Wish I didn’t need them

But here I cling
To the softness
Makes it a little less lonely

And holy waters
Pulled me beneath before
Better men than me before

But I won’t this time descend
Back from where I'm sent
I won’t slip away

Any way you could fill a cup
The slimmer drink means not the fuller love
Whether warmth or chill, instead clings
Even as I'm taken by deathly stings

Still I will drink
Keep hold my secret in torture’s grip
If scorched earth do become of us
Or every man is seized with lust
I will profess to have loved every form
And find you, regardless in the storm

Any place with you is home