Touch me and ill shiver,
wherefore art thou heat?
The moronic seem to gather,
not one i wish to meet.
And i dream of it in nightime,
isomnia lusting slumber,
"O, speak again, bright angel!
for thou art As glorious to this night"
kiss me and my heart stops,
my rythm lacking beat,
I live for love and heartbreak,
wherefore art thou heat?