Testo The Quickening

The sun gleams like brass on the wet leaves of morning
Dreams shatter like glass as the birds begin crowing
The freshness of dawn, oh the nearness of life
The quickness of love, how it cuts like a knife

Right to the flesh of it, till the soul beneath it shows
Pleasure comes, pleasure goes
To the very quick it flows…
Dark forest of sleep and bright ocean of dreams
It travels the deep and awakеns in me
The starkness of dawn, oh thе harshness of light
The darkness of lust, how it robs you of sight…

Right to the flesh of it, till the soul beneath it shows
Pleasure comes, pleasure goes
To the very quick it flows