The Woman Who Believed

One good thought
For all the senses
One good thought
For our unrest
Our once divinity
Our new found blind belief
One good thought
For our unrest
Sing! Say it does
I am the slave
Of the delirium
The day of my passions
And the pleasures...
They're mixed with the sea
Don't you see the
Woman who believed
Don't you remember the
Night that spun
Wild 'round her body
Does her loss not
Make you feel so full
Of sleepless grace - liar!
If my face I could
Turn from you I would
To make me suffer the
Fate of a sinner
A heart with no passion