The Sexuality Of Bereavement — My Dying Bride

I soothe I lend a gracious ear Your sobbing, somehow sexual Come to my bosom. The help I bring Is all my pleasure you lonely, dear thing

Oh, cruel love, when held by you My sanity does fly

You lie there mourning with looks of desire T is beauty when you cry

Drink my grieving love Desire and wine go well Sleep, I'll watch over you Relief? Time will tell

Secrecy fosters passion You stay untouched I know you are alone With peace I care much