Achilles' Heel - Marching Church

The raindrops falling on the taxi window

Looks like a thousand stars

Now I am running in and out of bars

Born so far apart

Yet now I find myself

Washed in on your shore

With eyes seeing the world

Through the fact that it’s here

It can’t be love

But I’m longing for your body

So much, my hands feel like burning with desire

Sometimes my hands are grasping to steal

Sometimes my hands are grasping to steal

To steal, to steal, to steal, to steal

The passage of time eventually raise the heaviest of anchors

One night she flung to pieces, and the pieces hit the floor

With a spectacle they recoiled

Flung into my skin

Somewhat candescent

Somewhere therein

In the fact that it’s here

It can’t be love

But I’m longing for your body

So much, my hands feel like burning with desire

Sometimes my hands are begging to grab

Sometimes my hands are begging to grab

To grab, to grab

Sometimes my hands are yearning to hold

Sometimes my hands are yearning to hold

To hold, to hold, to hold, to hold

Charging like a bull into Achilles' heel

Charging like a bull into Achilles' heel

If somebody owns you just got to steal

Charging like a bull into Achilles' heel

Blacked out restraints are dying away

Forgotten concerns of rate of pay

If somebody owns you just got to steal

Charging like a bull into Achilles' heel

Feel it

Feel it

Feel it

Feel it