12 Moons

<12 moons>

12 moons already
How could this be
Another seed from the Nile.
Another escape in the hill

The Pleasure was pain
Senses were drowned
One thousand times was wanted
But their was only rain

I'm not one to believe in magic
But if I could wave my secret wand
I'll set everybody free
And I'll set me free

I was set free by your attention
Now looking for your reincarnation
I know it will happen again
I'll see you there dearest

And then you will whisper to me
Everything that you have written
I will tell you how I missed you
And then we'll go for a perfumed sail