When she comes

When she comes in all degrees No more need Burn the taste of all away You can't say Try to kick a line in time No more time Burn the taste down on your knees You can't see What I want I can't say......

Slow motion in the quiet of the room; so potent is the smell of her perfume that you think she's eternal, that you think she is everything... but no-one knows what she is. Repentance for all you...