wild horses would rip my love to shreds
but your sweet hands are soft enough
the stars are too high to touch my love
but not your face tonight
the deepest ocean drowns mere mortals
and our love is fragile as broken pottery
but your archaeological eyes see the cross section of my desire
the pharoahs built home made mountains
and carved out cities out of the stone
i'd buy you a drink from a fountain
and i'd take you to dinner on the foam
because your love, my love, is worth the risk
and your hands know the way
and your feet kick so softly
and i can't take no more pain