Besedila: Natalie Imbruglia. White Lilies Island. Beauty On The Fire.

Here it comes again
Cannot out run my desire
Cover my decent
And throw the beauty on the fire

Drawn towards the edge
Do I assume I could fly
Every secret shared
Why do I drink the feelings dry

Don't go too far
Limitation scars

Tonight, could I be lost forever
To drown, my soul in sensory pleasure?

Here it comes again
You raise the bar even higher
I cannot catch my breath
So throw the beauty on the fire

Don't push too hard
Limitation scars

Tonight, could I be lost forever
To drown, my soul in sensory pleasure?
Sensory pleasure
Sensory pleasure
Sensory pleasure
Could I be lost forever?

Do I assume I could fly

Tonight, could I be lost forever
To drown, my soul in sensory pleasure?
Sensory pleasure
Sensory pleasure
Sensory pleasure
Could I be lost forever?