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Soul Sanctuary - Prince

I simply love the lyrics of this song. I have for years and every time I read them, there's a different meaning. Its simplistic and so loving....sexy and so sensual. Its a secret desire, a longing. Its the love you've had your entire life. Its your twin flame and your best friend. Its the person you think about at night, alone; and is the person that never leaves your side.

Soul Sanctuary.



Loving U in silence, knowing that it's right
Under your gaze I ponder this love 2night
Unbothered by the chaos swirling 'round outside
In your arms is where I want 2 live and die
Someplace where your face is all that I see
Where the love we make intoxicates intensively
In a mirror where your sweet reflection used 2 be
There is hope, there is joy, my soul sanctuary
My soul sanctuary

Loving U in silence, never ending kiss
Under your gaze I can peacefully exist
Sanctuary, baby, nothing compares 2 this
In my darkest hour U can be my bliss (Bliss)

All of me I give 2 thee down at your feet
The reassurance in your rhythm speaks 2 me
Over and over your screams are like a prayer
In the dark, U are there (U are there), my soul sanctuary
Ooh, my soul sanctuary

Loving U in passion unmolested in this garden
Mango and nectarine, sweet honeydew, I beg your pardon
My mouth runneth over from ecstasy
It's true (it's true), baby, I love the taste of U

Loving U in silence, knowing that it's right
Under your gaze I ponder this love 2night
Unbothered by the chaos swirling around outside
In your arms is where I wanna live and die

Someplace (someplace) where your face is all that I see (All that I see)
Where the love we make intoxicates intensively (Intensively)
In a mirror (mirror) where your sweet (sweet) reflections used 2 be
There is hope, there is joy, my soul sanctuary
My soul sanctuary
(My, my, my, my, my soul) My soul sanctuary
Oh, my soul sanctuary
Soul sanctuary
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