lust is the game teens live by,
but love is a game we play
your eyes do more then smile in their deepest blue
they rake my mind,electrify my soul
and they are loving me
your lips, they do more then brush against mine, soft as a butterfly
they kiss my soul, sending out waves of comfort
and I am loving you
who else could understand,
that the way you encircle my waist is the way an angel must hold the stars?
who could know, for me its enough to glimpse you
and more then enough to hold you
this love isnt a drug,
but a sun shining all day
a moon guiding all night
trhe wind whipped salty air of the freshest sea
yet no-one accepts our love
our two hearts
obsession is the viewage of anythign mroet hen lust
so in the world we live in of teens
our love is killed
but in our two hearts it never dies
locked up by my soul
where nothing, even death can touch it
and only you can share it
and only we hold our love in our two hearts