Vārdi: Empires. Howl. My Poor Lover.

My poor lover arrives at my door
I hope she comes in
blind or sexually sore
Cause I am guilty,
my clothes on the floor
And not hers among them,
cause I needed more

I shook the evil,
from the cave in my mind
And I let lose and demon
I kept hidden for a time
Born with another voice
that I stifle so deep
And it scares me to hear it,
I lose sight of everything

My poor lover arrives at my door
I hope she comes in
blind or sexually sore
Cause I am guilty,
my clothes on the floor
And not hers among them,
cause I needed more

I still affiliate with the
whims of my youth
When I held many other girls
with a heart so aloof
I grew to never lose with I
feared to become
and it's part of reflection
I had missed when we begun

My poor lover arrives at my door
I hope she comes in
blind or sexually sore
Cause I am guilty,
my clothes on the floor
And not hers among them,
cause I needed more

My poor lover arrives at my door
I hope she comes in
blind or sexually sore
Cause I am guilty,
my clothes on the floor
And not hers among them,
cause I needed more



(Thanks to Sidhlair for correcting these lyrics)