The Taste

Never again,
Never say when

For if we shall meet
Alone on the street

There in the dark
In passion's pure spark

The taste of your soul
Has taken its toll

I'm craving the taste
And moaning in haste

The taste of your soul
Has taken its toll

There in the dark
In passion's pure spark

For if we shall meet
Alone in the street

Never again,
Till I say when.