מילים לשיר Charms – Philosopher Kings

sleep, my love
dream warm and hard and true
in pieces, in colors
in a cloud of awkward blue
hold, my hand I feel the things you tell no man
move through you, so easy
it's a knife that cuts me through and you bring me your charms
in the cool of your soft little hands
you bring me your charms in, my arms
in the heat of your legs and your arms
in the circle of my arms you're my baby, my lover
when you bring me your charms
that is warm and hard and true
you bring me your charms
in the cover of our evening sheets
in the twist of our legs and our arms
in, my arms you're my baby, my lover
in the circle of my arms
that is warm and hard and true when you bring me your charms
in the twist of our legs and our arms
in the cover of our evening sheets
you bring me your charms
music by gerald eaton and jon levinelyric by jon levine.