Sangtekst: Pooka. Other. City Sick.

Should I reach for you
do you want me to
oh could I stretch my arms to your ...
well I rest my head
on a blue moon
and I hope I'll be there soon
cause I must admit
I'm city sick
there is no place I'd rather be
but its hurting me so
my heart says I should let go
I will stay always warm
well it's so easy to be greedy
I have learnt
this before now
you can drink from me
you can eat from my body
I wouldn't want to pull away
cause I don't, I don't want
more than you can give
take your time
do as you please...