Denison Witmer - Song Of Songs lyrics

Now, there is a voice inside the air Words come down They haunt me Hands move from a small back onto A collarbone is bending From the bed at night I called you All the wrongs went right We both knew Should I Lose my way Through the streets Of my city My soul Searches everywhere for you Every close And alley Garden of my bride Pomegranate eyes Blossoms in the vines My city Sea salt in the wine Day breathes in and sighs Every mountain high And valley From the bed at night I called you All the wrongs went right I showed you Show me, show me...