Emma Shapplin - The Lovers | Текст песни

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• Emma Shapplin
• The Lovers

Never mind being the bait,
as long as I'll be your escape
No I don't mind being your game,
as long as I'm the only one you gain

I'll maybe burn, you're my pleasure,
you won't be hurt, you're my treasure
I'm the result of your prayers
Insolent, unsolved...
Ô innate raptures

Never mind I may be scared,
Along the road we will share
I'll be your obviousness
I'll be your destiny
hey! you'll be mine

You are my isle, pleasing exile
I am your land,
Centre of all, you're my fortress
You're my Liberty

We may drive that road,
We may rule our own world
I'll be your elf, you'll be stubborn
I fulfill you, I fear for you
We are lovers

You are my Muse, you're inspiration
You're absolutely essential
You are the sole
above solitude....

You are the clue including all
You are the depth, exquisiteness
You're my fine line and the access
To bliss, no less

We may drive that road,
We may rule our own world
I'll be your elf, you'll be stubborn
I fulfill you, I fear for you
We are lovers

Never mind being the bait,
as long as I'll be your escape
No I don't mind being your game,
as long as I'm the only one you gain

I'll maybe burn, you're my pleasure,
You won't be hurt, you're my treasure
I'm the result of your prayers
Insolent, unsolved...
Ô innate raptures