Sweet Is

Sweet is the mind that carries me.

Under its breath lies tragedy

And when the fruit of passion lingers

On choicely scented fingers

On wings of doubt fly jealousy

And fruit of love

Sweet is that time that waits for me

From evil grows insanity

Morbid as splendor faked

This diamond for my wake

Is why I wait here patiently

And fruit of love

The fruit of love

The food of love

The fruit of love

The food of love

Love, love, love

The fruit of love

The food of love

The fruit of love

The food of love

Swift are these wings that carry me

Under their breath fly jealousy

On wings of doubt they'll carry me

They'll carry me, they'll carry me

The fruit of love

The food of love

The fruit of love

The food of love