Philosopher Kings Charms
sleep, my love dream warm and hard and true in pieces, in colors in a cloud of awkward blue hold, my hand I feel the things you tell no man move through you, so easy it's a knife that cuts me through and you bring me your charms in the cool of your soft little hands in the heat of your legs and your arms you bring me your charms in, my arms in the circle of my arms you're my baby, my lover that is warm and hard and true when you bring me your charms in the cover of our evening sheets in the twist of our legs and our arms you bring me your charms in, my arms in the circle of my arms you're my baby, my lover that is warm and hard and true when you bring me your charms in the cover of our evening sheets in the twist of our legs and our arms you bring me your charms (repeat x times) --- lyric by jon levine music by gerald eaton and jon levine
