Do i need to sing my life or spill the blood all through the night. To see your face unmasked is like trying to fly a broken kite. This is your truth and this is your blight. There are no secrets for you to hide. Who are you? You are my life and I think of you as being mine. There is much to be combined with flesh to flesh, your hand is tight. Interlocking fingers, love is what we need, to find.