That's him
That man thought
He could screw me
So easily

Hardly wise
Hardly wise
That stormy hunter

My body
My body
Is only for you

I call you
A sister of the night
Still feeling you
I'm waiting for you

Looking around
I'm searching for you
Looking around
I'm searching for you
My freedom

They are
They are
Too artificial
That isn't important
That gift of theirs

I search for you
A sister of the night