Texty: Susan Marshall. Susan Marshall Is Honey Mouth. Let You In.

Intoxicated by your ghost again
The fantasy still warm and fresh
Your flesh against my skin
As I begin to let you in
My choice, your voice melts my skin
And thru my fingers you linger
Between the dark and light
I give no fight and let you in
Temptation pleasures curiosity
Seduced by every single thought I ever had
Behind a veil, my heart I'd sell to let you in