Machines of Loving Grace
The Soft Collision
Soft now- the lips that dragged me down Soft now- until I hit the ground The night is soft The light is soft And i don't want to wear this off- tonight Sleep alone- seems to me The virus bleeds Soft now- she played her love scenes well soft now- Should have sensed the sulphur smell Soften the blow Finger to tongue tongue to finger Honey smear Finger to tongue tongue to finger Soften the blow
From Letras Mania