Laetitia takes me down to her place where I shiver
With joy that floods my soul and I can spend the night inside her
And she knows that I’m half-crazy
But that’s why she wants me there

And she gives me touches and kisses that come from we-all-know where
And just when I want to tell her that I have such love to give her
Her lips quiet me with a finger
And she lets the spillways answer with the loving stars above her

And I want to travel with her, and I want to travel blind
And I know she will trust me
For I’ve touched her perfect body with my mind

Bach was a fisherman casting ripples across the brook
Who spent his life composing for those of God forsook
And when he knew for certain all the clan could hear him
He told them they were sinners ‘til the notes shall free them

He wrote the song and dance divine
Full of grace and light sublime
Mortal yet knowing
Through music he did flesh with the heavens combine

And you want to travel with him, and you want to travel blind
Then you think maybe you’ll trust him
For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind

Now Laetitia holds my length as she leads me up the river
She’s wearing scent and warmth from her natural state of giver
And the moon pours down honey with the ladles bearing love
And she shows me where to look amongst the nooks and the crannies

There are pillows and cushions, there are places against to press
They are leaning in for passion and they will lean that way forever
While Laetitia holds my length

And I want to travel with her, and I want to travel blind
Then I know that I can trust her
For she’s touched my perfect body with her mind