Accidental Poet – Edie Carey – letras

As usualThe door is securedWith a muted clickAnd a closing of the eyesFinally we face each otherBodies sterile for the riteSoon she folds me inWith Coca-Cola eyesAnd the never-ending everywhere kissShe’s always pure in love, in angerShe’s a poet although accidentallyShe said it’s like tasting fire or kissing godKissing godSo aliveCurled in her secret cornerI drink the different tearsAnd afterwards asleepHer breath a low whistleI listen long and breathe deepShe’s always pure in love, in angerShe’s a poet although accidentallyShe said it’s like tasting fire or kissing godKissing godThen harsh light invadesWe linger and linger’Til our growling middlesForce us to riseLike mischievous childrenWe clean up our messAnd we dress quicklySneaking one lastGorgeous glimpseShe’s always pure in love, in angerShe’s a poet although accidentallyShe said it’s like tasting fire or kissing godKissing god