Della

If I’m set to freeze, my soul strung out tight, someone please set me free, in your eyes the tour, have to do what's right, more to me than amour, rock me gently, say everything ‘s all right, don't go fretting, for souls of lost hordes, who lay all entwined, engrained upon my floor, handsome perfect serene, you kiss me quietly, do what others dreamed, a wonderful score, have I just died, and toil on water, a star across the sea, I swear to the night, let me reach the quays, pull me to the fire.