Angel Of Desire

A cold wind is blowing from the sea
 Yet I'm walking barefoot
 on the shoreline (bearing to my destiny)
 Words of fire burn like salt in my blisters
 And frozen whispers represent my enemy
 All has fallen to the sea
 Why do I still feel the heat?
 Are your whispers frost or fire?
 Am I drawn to these extremes by a
 never resting need,
 or the angel of desire?
 But it was not always so...
 We used to share a destiny
 Am I imagining, or do I see you
 walking towards me?
 All has fallen to the sea
 Why do I still feel the heat?
 Are your whispers frost or fire?
 Am I drawn to these extremes by a
 never resting need,
 or the angel of desire?
 Am I drawn to these extremes by a
 never resting need,
 or the angel of desire?
 Put your hand in mine, pull me closer
 There are no more words that burn
 or frozen whispers on the waves
 All has fallen to the sea
 Why do I still feel the heat?
 Are your whispers frost or fire?
 Am I drawn to these extremes by a
 never resting need,
 or the angel of desire?