Sensation - by Me 1968

Sensation

Thudding like a drill
Running like a water mill
Whistling like an express train
Humming like the golden rain
Sensation
Sensation you come over me
How sweet it is
Sensation drowning me
How sweet!
Driving like a bullet
From a mercenary’s gun
I’ve won
Sensation

Lost like the chord that they never found
Waning like the devalued pound
Sensation you’ve almost gone
Now the cold without you

The walls close in
Without
Sensation


1968