Dumb Angel The Icicle Works

In the quiet hours, I will lay me down
To your heartbeat lady, I will add my sound
From your gentle fingers, to your tender touch
Look outside your window, you could miss so much
Winding thru' your veins I know
I deny tomorrow, when
So reluctant to be more, will I
Ponder on my will to love, push in and out
To dipping as a dove...