I Could Tell You Tales

We can call it love

you cann call it passion

building storms

shapes and forms

pouring from a heart full of change

People turn to rain

then turn into winter

then there're gone

From now on

have to think abaout a cold kind of future

There was a time

maybe just one or two

when the nicht caught on fire

dancing around the room that touched the sky, so high

There was a place

mabe just one or two

when the queen of desire

taught me a tune that touched the sky, so high.