| Why don't we hush our voices and speak with our hips? Keep at bay these anxious lips. | |
| Our intentions conveyed with these kissing palms. Traverse these curves, recite their psalms. | |
| All traces of humanity have gone astray. Tonight we'll give in to our animal ways. | |
| There won't be a witness, as the moon hides her face. Stars flee from the sky, as the night is disgraced and our innocence dies. | |
| We get down to our most basic form, never as pure as the day we were born. | |
| We can't control this carnal need, to go numb to the world, embrace this ancient deed. | |
| Eager rays of the sun wish to cleanse the earth of all we've done. | |
| To speak of love would leave a bitter taste. To offer more than lust would be a waste. | |
| There is beauty in using hands to see. | |
| Why don't we hush our voices and speak with our hips? Keep at bay these anxious lips. | |
| Our intentions conveyed by these kissing palms. Traverse these curves, recite their psalms. | |
| Breaths are short, and fingers trace. | |
| Keep feelings at arm's length. We're better off that way. | |
| We focus on our instincts and hide from the day. Try to find the secret to prolonging the night. | |
| If we move slowly we may stay the light. | |
| Innocence is the price we pay. |
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