Crowning of a heart, textures and shades
A bitter London night on the motorway
You looked so divine, back in the seat
Wicked desires ablaze in me

Back inside the house, into the room
Watching as the lights slowly fade from view
Couldn’t even talk, what could you say?
Every thought just racing away.

Crowning of a heart, textures and shades
Crescents in her eyes as we gaze away.

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