As the rain comes past the thunder
As a child cry calls for his mother
So am I calling for you
to release my will of being with you

I need to look in your eyes
just to see myself.
I need to feel your natural outlines
just to feel your grace.
All I want is you again,
rapped in my tender hands
sweeten by your indulging lips.

Be with me, I'll become your residue
Be with me baby. I will
be with you.