To my cradle
I'm in love i'm in love
Remembering backwards
a constant tickling shimmering
that is yet, still
to come
What is love
is it being blind?
Feeling hugged
or in despair
If we open our hearts completely to each other that's how we would love forever and forever
and daring to do so is taking it in not letting it go
do I want to let you go? Not tomorrow, not tomorrow
I want to dance in a club with a wooden floor and
loose ourselves into music I wanna spend the winter in your blankets and
give you a nosetrimmer for christmas
and on our last dinner I will wear a red dress
and your eyes will be glowing
of gold
and i've feared to be getting old you know
but you make time into music, baby,
we live in a song ain't it,
sometimes, the record is scratched but we'll mend it