Ornamental words can't describe the bliss

That openness produces

Now the flaming heart and the burning kiss

No longer need excuses

Take my hand

I am here for you

All is well; we've broken the spell

Take my hand

I'll be there for you

All is well; we've broken the spell



Every little time that we compromise

I lose myself in some way

And i know the fate of the man who lies

They shoot horses don't they?

Now i'm more aware of the big design