IT IS NOT ME WHO HAD BEEN IT IS THE MUSIC IN MY SEEN SOME TIME I NEED TO RUN AWAY SOME TIME I WANT DIE IN YOUR GOLDEN HEY BUT YOUR SHADOW COVERED ME IN EVERY WAY I HAVE NONE IN ANY NIGHT OR ANY DAY I AM SO THIRSTY FOR TRUE TOUCH AND MY WANTING IS YOU SO MUCH YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOUR EYES THEY ARE... Sign in to see full entry.