You stretch out your nails And claw at my skin You sigh out my name As the shaking begins My lips catch your breath My hands around your neck I have lost myself in lust If these great halls were not built for us You will have a home here in my arms Each waking hour Each fleeting second Burning away a memory If I could let go of every moment that made me who I am I'd let go If these great halls were not built for us You will have a home here in my arms Each waking hour Each fleeting second Burning away a memory