you wait in line you stare inside you bite your lip your eyes in a handsome grip so tight you hold your head so still on a heavy breast the key in hand to the heart of the promised land you re mine in a pool of roses we could swim only a grand illusion of our earthly whim a glimpse you ride the wheel on a sea of floating fields you re drawn quartered left to drift like a poor angel of lust in a pool of roses we could swim only a grand illusion of our earthly whim a glimpse