She's the touch that you want, the soft wet skin that haunts.
Deep inside a warmth that lies on a bed, she's calling to you...
Fight from your knees and the giants will fall.
...taste the wine of her lips, feel free to taste this kiss.
And drink deep and forget the struggle in the battle you live.
Don't turn we need you. Don't turn I need you God.
The sirens are calling your name!
Come back. Come back. Make the call. Make the call.
Father, send Your rain. Send Your rain.
