Lyrics:
Tell me that you want to danceI want to feel your pulse on mineJust treat me like a stolen glanceTo yourselfA dark shape on a golden floorA sleeping planet with a molten coreFrom above we'd cut a slow eight shapeAnd much moreI'm a peasant in your princess armsPenniless with only charmAs we're levelled by the low, hot lightsAnd disarmedI'm not afraid of anythingEven timeIt'll eke away at everything But we'll be fineI'm folded in the bread you madeYou're cold until my body bathesYou in the heat I kept asideAll these daysI'm not afraid of anythingEven timeIt'll eke away at everything But we'll be fineI'm not afraid of anythingEven timeIt'll eke away at everything But we'll be fine