There's a storm coming ~ the tide is rising, I hike up my dress and wade into the water
I want to disrobe you in this wet wilderness of pounding heart and throbbing pulse
Did I tell you that to date I have discovered one thousand and nine ways to love you
And I am still counting
So make passable the impassable! Be brave and open up your Heaven to me!
Flood my soul for forty days ~ forty nights ~ let me feed you wild honey and manna
And cradled within waves and winds, a new covenant with new stories will be born
And lovers will still be counting
Did I tell you that to date I have discovered one thousand and nine ways to love you
And I am still counting
So make passable the impassable! Be brave and open up your Heaven to me!
Flood my soul for forty days ~ forty nights ~ let me feed you wild honey and manna
And cradled within waves and winds, a new covenant with new stories will be born
And lovers will still be counting
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