Long time comin' this, you to rest your lips in mine
Push you in the room, no trace of the moon is fine
We've been here before, but always wanting more than love
So now my hands dig in, my fingertips say sin tonight
On and on, the sound of your moan keeps me going
And lets me know I'm doing fine
Me and you, we've things to do, places to get to
If it takes all night
Words are swept away, no time for cliches or lines
Cause skin is language here and soft caress the poet’s rhyme
And this love is made of clay, waiting to take shape somehow
My hands dig in again, an architect of sin tonight.
On and on, the sound of your moan keeps me going
And lets me know I'm doing fine
Me and you, we've things to do, places to get to
If it takes all night