White Christmas soft in the doorway,
Chaunaka ceiling a touch to me,
Wanting to to stage us for one day
Some stange sensation I feel when I see
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Pondering of fantasies of love within our minds,
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Burning in a factory of fear running all the time.
Deep crimson lips calling to me.
Feeling so weak and tasting so fine.
Making sweet love in the morning.
When its time you must go.
Once again I sing.
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Pondering of fantasies of love within our minds,
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Burning in a factory of fear running all the time.
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Pondering of fantasies of love within our minds,
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Burning in a factory of fear running all the time.
Deep crimson lips calling to me.
Feeling so weak and tasting so fine.
Making sweet love in the morning.
When its time you must go.
Once again I sing.
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Pondering of fantasies of love within our minds,
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Burning in a factory of fear running all the time.All the time.
Chaunaka ceiling a touch to me,
Wanting to to stage us for one day
Some stange sensation I feel when I see
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Pondering of fantasies of love within our minds,
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Burning in a factory of fear running all the time.
Deep crimson lips calling to me.
Feeling so weak and tasting so fine.
Making sweet love in the morning.
When its time you must go.
Once again I sing.
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Pondering of fantasies of love within our minds,
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Burning in a factory of fear running all the time.
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Pondering of fantasies of love within our minds,
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Burning in a factory of fear running all the time.
Deep crimson lips calling to me.
Feeling so weak and tasting so fine.
Making sweet love in the morning.
When its time you must go.
Once again I sing.
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Pondering of fantasies of love within our minds,
White lace and strange with light eyes looking through me,
Burning in a factory of fear running all the time.All the time.