Luxure Artistique

The Storm Makers Song

While the Soul Master is getting swamped
And muddied by a dirty tramp
The Third Visitor is making storms with me
And his storms are big but not scary
They just fill me with electricity
And throw lightenings through my body

What is the meaning of such energy
Am I just going to go crazy
And taking the Third Visitor with me
Deep deep down in the empty
While the Soul Master is getting swamped
And muddied by a dirty tramp

While the Soul Master is getting swamped
And muddied by a dirty tramp
My soul floats out in the free
And my conscience eludes me
My tears forbid me to see
And my heart in rags will be

What will the meaning of true love be
When the storm makers fly and plea
And ride the wind high from the tree
Until our souls in peace are ready
While the Soul Master is getting swamped
And muddied by a dirty tramp