It's in the air
For all our guests to stare
Their speech left pacified
With a cowards glare
Is she haunted by a glow
That beauty soft as now
A frantic pounding grabs his heart
The beats mimicked by his thought
To plot against this may be a deadly deed
With a shriek of horror
Fleeing bringing them to their weary knees
A poet crumbles by the alter
A shock from on to bare
The fainting of a man
By the lips under the veil
The reckless become the tragic
Reside night bring light to day
In the wake
Something may never beat the shame in pain

IMPRIMER LES PAROLES