Promise of Love

Take me in your arms and let me be myself.
Sometimes weak and sometimes shy.
It´s not true, when I talk to you
as if things came to me easily.
I embrace my hurtings, too
and hold them tied
´til they hold me.

Wondering how much confidence it takes
just to sleep in the presence of another person
and find how much I fail to trust.
Becomin´ a sailor I sail on failure.

As we all file up in the same line
beggin´ for the welfare of a smile
We all file up in the same line
begging for the welfare of a smile.

Calm and innocently ourselves at dawn
under the weight of your arms.
I´m caught in a trap, in danger
by sudden death of love.
How will I survive
the disarmament?
Give in to peace
and peace holds me.

Need, cursed need, that we skate around
next to survival lies a chain,
a snake that ripens on the fruit of my fire
desire. Let it burn.

The promise of love threatens us more
than any other vow of redemption.
The promise of love threatens us more
than any other vow of redemption.