Lyrics

You wait in line You stare inside You bite your lip Your eyes in a handsome grip So tight You hold your head So still on a heavy breast The key in hand To the heart of the promised land You're mine In a pool of roses, we could swim Only a grand illusion of our earthly whim A glimpse You ride the wheel On a sea of floating fields You're drawn, quartered Left to drift like a poor angel of lust In a pool of roses, we could swim Only a grand illusion of our earthly whim A glimpse