Console yourself in me, Ill stay right by your side, I'll keep you warm and dry, 'till the evening grows long, I would lick your bleeding wounds, I would mop your fevered brow, I would feed you on my wine, one more time, nothing can disguise, the hurting here inside, the edges fray away, when I see you in this way, there is healing in my hand, and I give it all to you, I want to take away the pain, to make you love again, I would lick your bleeding wounds, I would mop your fevered brow, I would feed you on my wine, one last time.
© 1992 Lyrics by N.Thomas. All rights reserved.