In cold sweet sleep There are no bad dreams When you're down this deep Wrapped in the arms on the ones who love The company of one who comes from above And it's a scene That's so prestine In it's tragical hold to be ripped from the ground Soaked in the tears of the scared In cold sweet sleep Nothing is missed You shiver You quiver I bathe you in the river I bind you in leather and fur You are the willful prisoner Inbetween These dreams There are terrible things that can take you far too deep Strapped in the harnesses of harm Just to be kept safe and warm And it seems exquisitly obscene It's laughter slapping the smile off your face Fearing the day that we came You're longing and dreading were fully the same You shiver You quiver I bathe you in the river I bind you in leather and fur You are the willful prisoner Lying in a stream Of unconcious screams We are waters dark beauty Plotting a course of eroticness Silently swiming to a fatal kiss And it's a scene Of such unique mystique In it's intriging well of blood love and fury Upheld on the alters of pain Confiding and biting Here we go again You shiver You quiver I bathe you in the river I bind you in leather and fur You are the willful prisoner I bind you I bind you I am behind you I blind you I fold you I will always hold you