[Works Volume I, 1977] Lend Your Love To Me Tonight
Produced by Greg Lake and Peter Sinfield
Lend your love to me tonight Don't ask me who or what is right I have no strength I cannot fight Just flood my darkness with your light I need no face I need no name No martyr's artificial shame No crucifix I am not lame And yet I ache to feel the flame Arrest the sun and shoot the moon The lamp of laughter dies too soon To live reflected in a spoon Makes it too hard to stay in tune Believe me
Unlock the door and unbar the gate I'll write I love you on the slate And while St. Peter's thieves debate The price of time I will not wait Or let the star blind road of fate Confuse me Abuse me Misuse me
Release my soul release my eyes A clock unwinds a flower dies Dishonesty disqualifies You win the race but lose the prize A tattered cloak behind the throne It is unseen it is not known Behind this face I am alone I would give everything I own To touch you...
Just lend your love to me once more Don't ask me what I came back for Just watch the moonlight cross the floor And as your blood begins to roar You'll feel your senses spin and soar You will become my meteor Divine and universal whore Complete me