Wait a while I’ll do anything For your hands in my hair I'm no conjurer I can’t make you stay But I'm so afraid Enveloped in furs That you wrapped around my form Wish I didn’t need them But here I cling To the softness Makes it a little less lonely And holy waters Pulled me beneath before Better men than me before But I won’t this time descend Back from where I'm sent I won’t slip away Any way you could fill a cup The slimmer drink means not the fuller love Whether warmth or chill, instead clings Even as I'm taken by deathly stings Still I will drink Keep hold my secret in torture’s grip If scorched earth do become of us Or every man is seized with lust I will profess to have loved every form And find you, regardless in the storm Any place with you is home