Alison Moyet

Every word's so
Every word's so fragile
Inside passion that feels like chasing rain.
When the slowness of the day is gone
Leaving shadow-like feelings to depend upon.
Every word's so
Every word's so fragile
Inside passion that feels like chasing rain.
You sleep like breathing
You sleep like breath - gently.
And the tease cries weeping listless laughter
Always thirsty like an attractive flower.
When the danger in the touch is gone