Omens Of Love

Omens Of Love - Gino Vannelli

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 vigin 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