In winter we'll travel by horseback
Into the mountains
We'll be fine. A warm rendezvous waits
In a cabin in the woods
You'll shut your eyes, to see through the dream,
Advancin' shadows of visions,
Those swirlin' memories, a totem spins
Realities converge with illusions
Then you'll feel upon your lips…
A little kiss, and my fingertips,
Will run over your neck…
And you'll say: 'Take me! ' pullin' me close,
- And we'll take our time findin' that place
- For those who travel this far…
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