This Kiss, This Night

you take me under your skin- gracefully

naive to what i've become- the dark inside of me

i've made a mess of the man that stands before you

he sleeps through all of his days- he smokes away the moon

for you who sings the songs of angels

whose heart the purest white

i have nothing left to offer

but this kiss, this night

a martyr, empty-handed- who starved himself to bone

who now, to show for it all- has nothing left but hope

when once i entertained thoughts of you and i

i now see i am a fool who'd only make you die

i'd never ask for your forever

i only ask for your tonight