traveling in your arms

feels so good, feels so right,
the love you've given to me.
misunderstood and blinded by the sight
of the woman you've come to be.
i travel in your arms, when i'm cold.
i'll travel in your arms, when i'm old.

i cannot swim, so i'm drowning fast
without the love you give to me.
i save the illusions, but time is past
that's buried under several layers of sea.
i travel in your arms, when i sleep.
i travel in your arms, when i weep.

i've been damned and i've been burned
by the love you've given to me.
it's time to go, the wheel has turned
and we kiss goodbye under the tree.
i travel in your arms, when i'm high.
i'll travel in your arms, when i die.

this is my thing

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i do.
i beg you not to do it
as it distinguishes me from you.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i own.
if you dare to take it,
i will throw you a stone!

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i made.
i know it is mine
for the passion i sprayed.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i stole.
you will not find it,
it's hiddent in a hole.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i lust,
even if it's damaged
or covered in dust.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i love.
it's perfect and beautiful
and fits like a glove.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i do.
i will not allow it
on anybody but you.

silent worshiper

i am the silent worshiper.
you do not see me,
you do not even hear me,
and you certainly do not feel me.
but i am always preying for you.