(Sitting) At The Bar (With You)
(Sitting) At The Bar (With You)

(Sitting) At The Bar (With You)

It is good to hear your voice again
The warm vibrating sound of passion
To feel the words like healing rain
Dripping from the roof of idle fashion
Let me read your lips
And dive into your words
To feel the sensual tips
Of fingers that talk and spread the silence that hurts
It is good to see your eyes again
The fire that warms the coldness around
To grasp the joy and feel the pain
To live and love and taste the sound
Let me walk the taste
And drink your sight
To end the haste
And wait and linger to finally see the light
But where are you
The morning cries
Is this the quest
Where everyone dies?