Testo Old Holy Feeling

For when I sleep with you on my shoulder
I'm hoping to keep you under the crook of my arm
And touching your hand, just brushing your fingers
And joining so bright and so gentle, a love like a damsel flies in

And rising at dawn, you bade a soft faewell
Your head leaves a print on the pillow, so I sleep with the spirit you made
And you tell me things, by light of the candle The cave at the end of the wider path fills with painting and prayers that ring

Got me that old holy feeling
Got me that old holy feeling

And when will my future
End

So I let you in, you turned your face
You were careless, I was changed
And on the waves and open roads
I watched your open eyes explode
And digging in, with feathered touch
Upon my skin and in our lust
I'll shake you out, when summer rain Will come again and wash our faces
And

Got me that old holy feeling
Got me that old holy feeling