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