John has a good heart, but ...

I lay my desire for the moon  
Over your shoulders 
And I will be the one to give  
Honey for your lips 
But do not let the wind  
Lay waste your brow 
Maybe you can find your rest  
Over my fields of roses 
And I will gather all your fears  
And take them far away 
And I will be the amphora  
In which you my place
Your saddest tears  
But more, I...