Cross My Heart
It is the part of me that you cannot see
When my temperature is rising to the third degree
It is the part of me that is crying out for more
When I enter the dance floor
The whisperers are in the room
Breaking the golden rule
The travellers are standing in line
Pacing back and forth the terminal gate
And the widows waiting in the deserted camp sacrifice
All that they have, lie cold bare and
thin in the desert spreading their frivolous skirt
For a sip of jin while they with for
The travelers to commit the hideous sin
And the men on the mount waiting for
The merchant ships to take a dip
Cross my heart before you make that start,
Cross my heart before you board the train
This is not a game; it is the system that is insane
Wait for the code before you enter the show
Cross my heart and you will see it in
Plain and living colors
Just cross my heart and destiny will deliver
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