Alone of All Her Sex Songtext
von The Lotus Eaters

There is no higher land
Your flesh is warm sand
The greatset tenderness
The times i′m near you
She holds her hands


She is the hunger artist
Alone of all her sex
The storm of fire, the feeling
Alone of all her sex

Taken in by her arms
Taken in by your mouth
Softly joined foerever
The sign of beauty
Dressed in humility

She is the hunger artist
Alone of all her sex
The storm of fire, the feeling
Alone of all her sex