I wake to find, I do despair
I drown to hear, but she’s elsewhere
This bed in which I’d watch her sleep
Is wet from all the tears I weep
So help me God, I do confess
I wanna die inside her dress
The thought of her keeps me alive
The sight of her, I want to die
I do
My soldiers wait on my command
My sword lies heavy in my hand
It shall not sleep nor shall it rest
Until my head lies on her breast
So help me God, I do confess
I wanna die inside her dress
Thе thought of her keeps me alive
Thе sight of her, I want to die
The thought of her keeps me alive
The sight of her, I want to die
I do
Her face, her hair, her lips, her eyes
Her neck, her back, her hips, her thighs
The sum of parts belies the whole
Her heart and her immortal soul
So help me God, I do confess
I wanna die inside her dress
The thought of her keeps me alive
The sight of her, I want to die
The thought of her keeps me alive
The sight of her, I want to die
I do
I do
I do
I do
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The Golden Virgins Lyrics – The Thought Of Her