Wings of Desire - Marketa Irglova

I’ve often thought about the nature of our meeting

A handshake for a greeting, a look of tenderness in your eyes

Your hand, it felt warm I held it tight in both of mine

The way I’d cling to a cup of steaming tea in winter

It’s not that I was cold, although the autumn breeze

Blew cooler at the shore

It’s that when we touched I saw a glimpse of my future

And I hoped in holding on I’d see a little more

Now I still thirst for that vision

I still hunger for that touch

I hardly know what to do with myself

I want you so much

But my heart will burst before I die of hunger or thirst

For the love I feel but try and contain

If you only knew then I could let it grow freely for you

You’d see how much has been asked of my self-restraint

If I could soar like a bird on these feathered wings of desire

Yeah, I love you, could you ever love me too?

You don’t know how good to you I’d be

I’d make you feel like the wildest of your dreams were real

I’d show you every day how much you mean to me

I could soar like a bird on these feathered wings of desire