Sow - Ssik lyrics

If I could kiss you I would die A d**h of words Upon my lips That could not speak of longing To linger upon yours Your beloved brow I'd brush With scents of breathless breaths Embalming you with essence Of opposites of d**h Sick in sickness Sick in health If I could kiss you I would sigh Sweet sound of sheer delight And sew them on my severed soul To always keep in sight I fight the urge to steal your skin To soothe mine which is blazing My kleptomaniac hands are blistered Barren of my craving My body's bare but branded With memories of bliss And now that I'm left stranded My love I miss your kiss Sick in sickness Sick in health