Seekers Who Are Lovers - Cocteau Twins

Brush by gracefully

A love as big as a risk

Fills you up

And you can't look on

The breath of god in my mouth

A love you can taste

God get some paste

He and I, breath to breath

Clothed in saliva

Healing thru your arm

I cant stop hungering for the worst

I forgot the use

My head fall out the sky

And crashed into my palms

Jesus God valentine

Love

On the tip of it

The old rivers lack of other sweet scents

So sweet

You are a woman just as you are a man

Creeping on the Gas

Is a magic love, like,

Like a Flights, clouded peak

I was choking on the blood

Whose camouflages, lack of soul

Whose misty fire, muses soul

Kneeling by the harm

Which is promising the way

His poor essence, under the truth

love and heart polish itself

I slid my heels but slowly ran

So send Lucifer into hell