Omens Of Love

To love I have lost All that is self My memories have made the storm Now subsides casting my fate Inside your soul And these eyes Are mine no more To seek I pour myself in your virgin veins Now all that I see Is through a passion's pain Cause I'm all hung up over you I'm losing myself Loving you Your wine is the blood That drunkens my heart With omens of love and now That I am you Woman I fear that you're not I Oh true love is so so bume and so blue The storm has passed Deep inside of me Crushed by the calm of my insecurity 'Cause I'm all hung up over you I'm losing myself Over you --- Omens of Love - Gino Vannelli