Under the table I caress your knee
And I drink, sip by sip, your angelic gaze
And I breathe from your mouth that marvelous flower
Sing, fly, come, go
And I'm dying to take you
The drink is running out on us
Without knowing what it is that I do
If I hold back my instincts
And it's that you don't know what you make me feel
If you could, for one minute, be in me
Into this bonfire of my blood
And you'd live here, with me wrapped around you
And it's that you don't know what you make me feel
That there's no moment that I can be without you
And slowly you make me yours
And it's that I can't be without you
And slowly you make me yours