Can you hear the steps
Of our dying feelings?
They just hide in depths
Of the washed-up meetings.
Can you hear that breath
Of the fading fire?
It has burned our faith
In the sucking mire.
(chorus)
[Please, forget you pride, offer me your body
Stop to feel so shy, let it be our folly.
Please, forget your pride
Stop to feel so shy]
Can you feel that smell
Of our passion’s throes?
I was cast a spell
Now we’re almost foes.
Can you see that roll
Of my cried out rain?
We can toss that ball
Of the back-forth pain.
(chorus)
[Please, forget your pride, offer me your soul
I believe you’ve tried to conceal your fouls
Please, forget your pride
I believe you’re mine]