Young passions burn, like a thousand fires
hot blood in the temple,of spent desires
In pleasured verse, where no words are spared
warm flesh will be offered and the spirit bared

Inside every angel, there's a heart of gold
and a soul filled with trouble
In your world 'till it falls apart
straight through the middle of your
Sacred Heart

Love rains so hard, upon the unprepared
like hail in December of a winter shared
In tender times, when your tears won't fall
tell all the saints we're too tired
to give a care at all

©Copyright Warren Mansfield. Dark Illusion Music, BMI. 1999.