Tempted by her allure and the coal black night's cloak
Speaking words of silk, her scent was pure ambrosia
I thought such a dream, I couldn't gaze into her eyes
Or I'd be lost as her slave, words trapped in my throat
I couldn't say a word, I imagined her anger as a nova
In fear I chose shadows to hide my retreat in disguise
Then I left the world around me, as it once had been
Dark, silent, and running with no desire to know when
I might be swallowed, and she'll finally spat me out
In my heart I'm small and I live a life of doubt
I've nothing she might want but I'd give her all
“L'amore? È una maledizione
che piomba addosso e resistere
è impossibile.”
