[Verse 1]

Long the morning

Long thoughts sent through trees

Senses heightened

Hair raised up 90 degrees

When you are looking at me

I feel longing, lusting, hunger

Pulling closer

Starving for your attention

[Chorus]

My eyes pressed closed

Feel every curve of your body

Hang off me

[Verse 2]

Language woven with longing

Pulse raised up faster, it beats in this longing

Hold me

Slow, slow, slowly

[Chorus]

My eyes pressed closed

Feel every curve of your body

Hang off me