Kyoto Song
A nightmare of youOf death in the poolWakes me up at quarter to threeI'm lying on the floor of the night beforeWith a stranger lying next to meA nightmare of youOf death in the poolI see no further now than this dreamThe trembling hand of the trembling manHold my mouthTo hold in a scream
I try to thinkTo make it slowIf only here is where I goIf this is realI have to seeI turn on fireAnd next to meIt looks goodIt tastes like nothing on earthIt looks goodIt tastes like nothing on earthIts so smooth it even feels like skinIt tells me how it feels to be new
It tells me how it feels to be newA thousand voices whisper it trueIt tells me how it feels to be newAnd every voice belongsEvery voice belongs to you