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...