Sixteen traces of you
I return your call
You say, "Nowadays most mysteries reach an end"
This new land is not much fun
If I stored you under my bed
Would you stay
Sixteen faces of you
My heart is pressing my throat again
You say "Nowadays is our history's deep end"
This new land is not much fun
My return here will it teach me where I stand
I'm well rested kept my wrought iron shoes on in bed
If I stored you under my bed
Would you lie still
Could I force you to stay attached
No leash you say
She's been giving it up
She's been giving it up
There's no God-given chance
She'll stay untouched by his golden hands
She's been giddied all up
Danced herself into trance
She'd been caught up in his golden hands
And the tower was crumbling
Upon Suzy and her greedy thighs
Could the sailor still be wearing her mark
In his right eye
She'd been trying to escape
But her hair was cut short
He couldn't climb
So there's still no reward
And she know it's just a phantom
But her limbs do really hurt
She'd been caught up
In this addictive world
It's been like living on drugs
But it was wearing her out
She's been caught up in this
Golden doubt
Do you really want to go
Do you really want to do this
Do you really want to know
What will happen when we blow this
Do you want to undress me
Do you really want to see
Would you want to caress me
Do you want me, entirely
Could you bear to see me cry
Would you bear with me
Would you love me long-time
Could you see me
Could you see me
Could you live up to my dreams
Would I be able to live up to yours
Do you really wanna hold on
Will it always stay this much fun
Do you want to feel me
Could you bear to need me
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