There's  times  in  life  when  senses  they  fly
Frome  below  to  up  high  where  your  feelings  can  not  deny
No  figures  no  names
No  fences  no  frames
Like  the  incense  in  the  air
With  on  purpose  here  or  there
so  morals  retreat  and  the  senses  entreat
from  the  dark  they  are  lit
with  the  fire  you  cannt  forbid
no  future  to  relate  just  ventures  await
hold  your  breath  stay  awake
gladly  take  come  what  may
maybe  you ＇re  scared  by  the  flames  of  red
but  a  life  without  risk  differs  little  from  death
maybe  it ＇s  fair  for  the  roses  to  flare
as  the  fragrance  fills  the  air
let  your  soul  confess
so  morals  retreat  and  the  senses  entreat
from  the  dark  they  are  lit
with  the  fire  you  cannt  forbid
no  future  to  relate  just  ventures  await
hold  your  breath  stay  awake
gladly  take  come  what  may