From the recording Cycles

Lyrics

Friendly fire
A nuclear kiss
This has the makings of
Terminal Bliss

Surrender control
Chronic free-fall
Twist in the air

Who can deny it's worth the risk
When given a love such as this

It's the little death
No confusion
In the taste of your breath
Terminal bliss hits like a
Rolling tide
A roaring tide

My emerald heart bleeds for you baby
Your ruby eyes they're suddenly tame
Im staggering home with a face that I've never seen
Never known
Never will babe

It's a taste of death
No illusion
In the heat of your breath
Terminal bliss hits like
The Rolling tide
The roaring tide

It's the little death
No confusion
In the taste of your breath
Terminal bliss hits like
The rolling tide
The roaring tide

There's nobody believing
One single word that comes from my mouth
But everything grows until it's leaving
North becomes East,
The West flowing South
Flowing South

There's no final death
Break the illusion
Savor your breath
Terminal bliss hits
Like the rolling tide
The roaring tide

©2024 Dan Murphy, M.S. Borders, John Paul Davis.