oh god, it's calling, it's been calling all day
intoxicating, washing through me
i want to embrace it more than i can say
dark and erotic, why can't this be ok

why can't it be a human's touch and not
the blade her in my pocket, it's usual place
my constant companion, my lover of these past days

i know you understand that's why i say this
let me know that it's ok to fall into waiting arms