Michale Graves. Iridescent White Lights. Zeneszám

stirring is the scent of seduction
up here in this room
the candle flame
licks her lips
that somehoe seem to swell
and she takes a deep breath again
iridescent white light
a bone chill wind moves up
the point of penetration
up here in this room
the candle flame
licks her lips
that somehow seem to swell

and she takes a deep breath again
iridescent white light
the doors won't stop closing
i'm being sucked in
i can't see anything
i'm seeing things again