I am the one who waits for each, for each days surrender. And the for night with it brief escapes from the prison of this lonely need I can hear the blood course through your veins a rushing wave on distance sea and the sound of your pulse betting a constant ticking in my ears counts out each second of our separation each hour of my longing I am restless in my hunger. For our perfect union but I must wait for night’s release and your love surrender.
