Making Love

It's late at night, Quicksilver Messinger Service plays, We've just made love, And all is right I touch your check tenderly, Run my fingers through your hair, Which shines so splendidly, You grasp me tighter We are as one Bliss, oh, sweet bliss Without this love, How I would miss A reason for living... A sip of sweet wine, A cigarette, The smoke of love, Has not left me yet... Purple room... Purple Haze... I'll always treasure, Those golden days.