Silk Machine

I waste my time every day
wondering how you taste
come Saturday night I’ll get what’s mine
I can’t stand the wait
your voice is calling me
your voice is a silk machine.

We’ll meet on the street
we’ll easily embrace
we’ll dazzle with our diamond shine
there’s no time to waste
your voice is calling me
your voice is a silk machine.

I want your smooth, siren sound.

For all my innocent life
I have dreamed this fanciful flight
tonight’s the night I have forseen.
I’ll lick your delicate lips
inhale your fragrant breath
I’ll steal your silk machine.

And when my crime is complete
I’ll scream your silky song
I’ll shout, rejoice, I’ll throw your voice
crashing from the dawn.

Your voice is fading weak
an echo on a distant breeze
your voice is fading weak
I can’t hear my silk machine
there is no silk machine.