I have no desire other than,
You being along me; that will be enough.
Dawn onto my pitch dark bedroom,
Like a full moon, that will be enough.
When the rain beats down the window,
And while the night is pouring into the sarrows,
Slowly close into my longing arms, that will be enough.
Find you the remedy;
For every sizzling* part of me,
(and) for my misreable existance.
Find you the salvation;
For my desparate troubles, that will be enough.