Look's sliding through my veins,
I'm sure you have an ace,
Upon your midnight sleeve –
There's something more to keep.
With lips, touching the moon,
That never felt the noon,
You're melting like red ice,
When I'm rolling the dice.
Look's sliding through my veins,
I'm sure you have an ace,
Upon your midnight sleeve –
There's something more to keep.
With lips, touching the moon,
That never felt the noon,
You're melting like red ice,
When I'm rolling the dice.