Woven Hand Oil On Panel
The color has left you No your colors fall For her no one dreams I've made a covenant with my eyes All lust lashes out When do I blink my love Blink on illusion On this warm bed of feathers my dove Already gone I never heard it come in Life not mine to be taken My mind not mine to be lost I paint them roughly I paint them in my sleep Ira Gula Luxuria Heavy as their holes are deep Roma Roma Where is my country Wholly in his hands Worthy in his eye You and I I paint them roughly I paint them in my sleep Ira Gula Luxuria Heavy as their holes are deep Roma Roma Where is my country Yeshua Yeshua Where you go take me with thee Roma Roma Where is my country Yeshua Yeshua Where you go take me with thee
