Set The Table – Eden (Bélgica) – letras

It’s three o’clock in the morningI’m waiting for sunlightHere here here I amtrying to believe in myselfWere I a patato peelerI’ld love to ride your skinWere I a patato peelerI’ld love to ride your skinHere here here I amtrying to believe in myselfFlowers are blooming for youin the soil of my groovy gardenFlowers are blooming for youin the soil of my gardenA drop of lust betrays my hungerA scent of passion covers my anythingwith a shade of velvetHere here here here here I amwaiting for sunlight to comeMy hands are searching for artificial lightMy hands are searching for artificial lightMy body is aching for warmthMy soul is drooling of desireMy body is aching for warmthMy soul is drooling of desireA drop of lust betrays my hungerA scent of passion covers my anythingwith a shade of velvet