i won't stop till the passion spits
the greedy body is forced to be
content with a single sensation
my oars lie flat on the water
i think i can see a god through the haze
somewhere between fear and sex
my fear will turn to rain and flood away
i won't stop till the passion spits
your warm breath rushes out of me
i will reach in and withdraw your heart
every desperate touch leaves me
there is never enough garden for my love
i won't stop till the passion spits
anything you say to me i will believe
i won't stop till the passion spits
i won't stop till the passion spits