Last Temptation کے بول

You breathe so quietly While you sleep I want to feel every breath of yours I am not here Silver smoke from your mouth Flies away to the sky It grows like ivy Straining your hair I want to be like it Touch you and fly away... My skin burns in fever It is Thirsty for your cold hands Open your eyes, see me now... The last temtation... When you breathe so quietly While you sleep I catch each breath of yours