Taken in by the delicate noise
Knocked to the ground
By the subtle thunder
Shackled and bound by
The sound of your voice
Wandering around
In silent wonder
What chance did I have
With the silver moon
Hanging in the sky
Opening old wounds
Taking hold of the
Hem of your dress
Cleanliness only comes
In small doses
Bodily whole but
My head's in a mess
Fuelling obsession
That borders psychosis
It's a sad disease
Creeping through my mind
Causing disabilities
Of the strangest kind
Getting lost in the
Folds of your skirt
There's a price that
I pay for my mission
A body in Heaven and
A mind full of dirt
How I suffer
The sweetest condition
Taken in by the delicate noise
Knocked to the ground
By the subtle thunder
Shackled and bound by
The sound of your voice
Wandering around
In silent wonder
Vova
