Tara King Th. - Fourth Dimension | Текст песни

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There’s a storm, brewing outside,
On the roof, patters of the rain,
There’s a fire, burning inside,
In the hearth, crackles of the logs.

Come closer, our nest is warm and sweet.
Come nearer, our nest is here.

My fourth dimension is your scent
Thank heavens I’ve a bent for your scent.

There’s a blast, growing outside
By the house, trembling of the trees.
There are us, asleep inside,
There are us, lying side by side…

Come closer, your skin is warm and sweet,
Come nearer, my lips are here.
In my hand, your hair in curls is light,
In my mouth, your skin is silk.

My fourth dimension is your scent
Thank heavens I’ve a bent for your scent
My first vibration is your scent…
My own perfection is your scent…
My fourth dimension is your scent
Thank heavens I’ve a bent for your scent…

There’s a storm, brewing outside,
On the roof, patters of the rain.
There’s a fire, burning inside,
In the hearth, crackles of the logs, the logs…