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You turn your head, I rest on youBeneath my skin, inside my bonesYou guide my hand, what can I do but touch youYou lift your head, I press on youThe more you move the less I knowYou guide my hand, what can I do but touch youHeavy arms, breathing, passion, feverThe burden of joyFlavor, rhythm, turning, sweetA gift from the woman who shone in the darkTemper, promises, jealousy, tearsThe burden of joyPressure, aching, repeating, sweetA gift from the woman who shone in the darkThe body extends like a thoughtLike something you almost rememberYour memory is made of lightWith your face shining like fateBecoming something I can keepHeavy arms, breathing, passion, feverThe burden of joyLetras de cancionesFlavor, rhythm, turning, sweetA gift from the woman who shone in the darkYou turn your head, I rest on youBeneath my skin, inside my bonesYou guide my hand, what can I do but touch youI lie here making a weapon out of desireYou hear me from far away butMy voice does not touch youI throw out a net, waiting to gather you inSo I can keep you like a photographYou turn your head, I rest on youBeneath my skin, inside my bonesYou guide my hand, what can I do but touch youYou raise your head, I press on youThe more you move the less I knowYou guide my hand, what can I do but touch youWith warm hands, I die, you die,Where is he, where am I,Without laughter I am dead,Dead and deadIn the pitch dark nightArrow shot at himHeavy arms, breathing, passion, feverThe burden of joyFlavor, rhythm, turning, sweetA gift from the woman who shone in the darkTemper, promises, jealousy, tearsThe burden of joyPressure, aching, repeating, sweetA gift from the woman who shone in the darkYou turn your head, I rest on youBeneath my skin, inside my bonesYou guide my hand, what can I do but touch youYour memory is made up of lightIt takes up residence and shines outLike a photograph of fireLike the light of my own body in the darkLike something you almost rememberYou turn your head, I rest on youBeneath my skin, inside my bonesYou guide my hand, what can I do but touch youYou lift your head, I press on youThe more you move the less I knowYou guide my hand, what can I do but touch you From Letras Mania