Cecilia

Cecilia
Drink up your glass and show me
How in the pink of your pleasure
I can get in
There was already an eternal joy
In that bar from yesterday
When we dreamed of dawn
Skin against skin
And there's no serenade
To calm your thirst
If you keep dreaming of dawn
Skin against skin
There's no drink or glass
To calm your thirst
Belly against belly
We have to move
It has to hurt