but this heart i wear around me has felt a tear of sweat
it trickles from a brow and soaks a pillow case
do to you that has me aroused
and cause this heart to race
a beat as fast as song
from the angels in the night sky
while i feel your touch along
and grasp for air in my mouth, so dry
now robins take angels' ends and sings of sonnet new
she sings the morning hymn
and calls us two to choir
as we leave a little grin on a sheet that has perspired
and the moon that looked below upon me has seen the sun not yet
but this heart I wear around me is soaked from tears of sweat.
