Charms Lyrics - Singles - Philosopher Kings

Sleep, my love 

Dream warm and hard and true 

In pieces, in colors 

In a cloud of awkward blue 

Hold, my hand 

I feel the things you tell no man 

Move through you, so easy 

It's a knife that cuts me through 

And you bring me your charms 

In the cool of your soft little hands 

In the heat of your legs and your arms 

You bring me your charms 

In, my arms 

In the circle of my arms 

You're my baby, my lover 

That is warm and hard and true 

When you bring me your charms 

In the cover of our evening sheets 

In the twist of our legs and our arms 

You bring me your charms 

In, my arms 

In the circle of my arms 

You're my baby, my lover 

That is warm and hard and true 

When you bring me your charms 

In the cover of our evening sheets 

In the twist of our legs and our arms 

Oh, you bring me your charms 

Oh, you bring me your charms 

Oh, you bring me your charms 

Oh, you bring me your charms 

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