before sunrise...

There's a wind that blows in from the north,

And it says that loving takes it's course.

Come here.

Come here.

No I'm not impossible to touch,

I have never wanted you so much.

Come here.

Come here.

Have I never lay down by your side?

Baby, let's forget about this pride.

Come here. Come here.

Well, I'm in no hurry.

You don't have to run away this time.

I know that you're jimmied,

But it's gonna be all right this time.

*****

i'll post my comment next time... I'm not prepared to elaborate things yet but whatever it is on this song or poem--that is what I truly feel and I badly hate myself about it...no further explanations...