Sinking silk, and burning gold<br />
Touch you as the air is turning cold<br />
Another place I look for you<br />
The heights above an almost perfect view<br />
Seeing things just rest a while<br />
As the tide sweeps out another mile<br />
Inside the man, the pleasure dome<br />
This is the world that I once called home<br />
Strangers in their naked skin<br />
Waiting for their sweet oblivion<br />
Close to you, hear all you say<br />
Even though you're continents away<br />
The perfumed air, the taste of fear<br />
Shrug your shoulders and they disappear<br />
Take this gift and let it grow<br />
Let it be all the hope you know<br />
It doesn't change