Interpret:

My Dying Bride

Album:

Turn Loose The Swans

Pour yourself into me, our time approaches 
so near, that I sigh. What danger in such an 
adorer? We dance and the music dies. We 
carry them all away, as we glide through 
their lost eyes. You lift me above myself, 
with the ghostly lake of your mind. Arise 
from your slumber in my arms. Your beauty 
took the strength from me. In the meadows 
of heaven, we run through the stars. 
Romantic in our tastes. We are without 
excuse. We burn in our lust. We die in our 
eyes and drown in our arms.