Текст: Kate Bush. The Cathy Demos. The Craft of Love.

I tried to study it for just a while:
All of the potions, from oysters to seducing smiles.
But I've found it's already inside me:
A big round bubble of sensuality,
Dared to be burst,
But worried about getting hurt.

I know how you like to kiss.
I'll ask you what you're thinking.
Silvers in our dark hair. [ca. 0'48]
The sheets are soaked by your tiny fish.

The craft of life, X4
Oo-ooh...

Tears spring to mind when I go back in time.
All those lost bodies just seeking security.
Jittering strangers with smutting hands,
Heavy and clever and full of demands.
Well I'm similar to you:
We're familiar with what to do.

I know how you like to kiss.
I'll ask you what you're thinking.
Silvers in our dark hair. [ca. 2'08]
The sheets are soaked by your tiny fish.

The craft of life, X4
Oo-ooh...