Lyrics

My lief is faren londe The sea has bounds, desire none Spirit all compact of fire Dance on the sands, tonight Your lips are conquerors Your lips are filled with lies Lost, lost in what seems That's how it should be Who, who is to see? We write in water Now Touch me under this sinking sky I can command the smile Be stirring as the time Be fire with fire, with fire Your lips are conquerors Your lips are filled with lies Lost, lost in what seems That's how it should be Who, who is to see? We write in water Now Lost, lost in what seems That's how it should be Who, who is to see? We write in water Lost, lost in what seems That's how it should be Who, who is to see? We write in water