Riding on the moonpath
in the silver of the night
The fragrance on the air
was of another time
I cried in all my innocence
you were dressed in white
and even if I'd had the strength
I couldn't move to save my life
The fear and the thrill
of the beast at the window
The shivers and the chills
on the hottest of nights
he walked right through
my open door
window
white
began
plenty
dream
distant
fragrance
every
cried
tired
weather
corner
another
aviator
lighted
begin
along
where
dressed
breath
crazies
riding
seems
further
silver
above
street
beast
bullets
bombs
ground
chills
hottest
night
strength
thrill
faxes
printed
whatever
right
walked
floor
rising
shivers
thing
threw
nights
innocence
through
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