Ardor

My lief es far en londe The sea has bounds, desire none Spirit all compact of fire Dance on the sands, tonight Your lips are conquerors Your lips are filled with lies Lost, lost in what seems That's how it should be Who, who is to see? We write in wa

I'm finding missing you much deeper I can feel the ice begin to crack And then there were signs but chances Burning through me And I grow dizzy I am out of myself Can you feel it Always within yourself Will you fade now, should I let you Left with in