
standing at the edge of a ravine,
I feel myself turn
and fall backward,
headfirst into you
in the slow burn
I reach toward
and can taste her fruit Through disorder and chaos, there is still love-if we challenge...

standing at the edge of a ravine,
I feel myself turn
and fall backward,
headfirst into you
in the slow burn
I reach toward
and can taste her fruit Through disorder and chaos, there is still love-if we challenge...