Oh let me be your song
and play me on your golden heart
and tender all night long
strum your lovers rhymes
and two hearts beat in time
and tender more, until you're sure
you can no longer climb.
He prayed, oh let me love you
Oh let me be your song
and play me on your golden heart
and rock me all night long
storm your love's defences
take captive savage heart
and wake in me your ecstasy
and never will we part
just give me shelter from the cold
and if tomorrow finds me deep
within your arms and fast asleep
I pray the Lord our love to keep.
Promises aren't meant to last.
They shatter like a breaking glass,
and cut you deep within your soul.
Now I don't know, but I've been told,
a broken heart may never heal,
so if the way we feel is real
just love me til tomorrow's done
We'll take the days just one by one.
If at the end of time we find,
that I'm still yours and you're still mine,
we'll know that we were meant to be
as one through all eternity.
to answers I don't want to hear,
like, do you think of me when you're with her?
Do you hear my voice in your ear?
Whispering words of pure passion,
Holding you close in my arms.
Do you ever need to be near me,
and know that we're ever so far?
Do you ever think how it would be,
if we had met each other first,
and we could have more than a moment,
but then there are things that are worse.
Like, if I should leave you forever,
would you even know I was gone?
Do you, everyday, need to touch me,
in order to just carry on?
Are you glad for the moments we've stolen,
the secret that only we share?
Would you run and hide if I told you,
it's not love, but oh how I care?
And when this all comes to an end
Will you think of me now and then,
and wonder what ever became of,
your secret, your lover, your friend.
I need your finger tips
Wouldn't it be devine,
to feel your tongue on mine,
Slowly as I climb
to feel your body grind
hot with tender need
my desire to feed
and faster til the end
breathless once again
the noises that we make
cause my world to shake
all that it would take
to start this body quake
is a gentle touch
a look that says so much
as your lips caress,
your hands under my dress,
a question in your eyes,
your tongue upon my thighs.
If the answer's yes,
please don't make me guess.
Tell me that you
lust for my lips
you need my finger tips
over and again
forever without end
