march 11, 2006

Your kiss, your touch, your hands
Just let them wander
don’t think about anything but us
We’ll figure the rest in the morning after

Grab my waist, hold my hand, love all of me
The surrealism of a girls heart
For she’d give everything for one day
Then continue making a new start

We can pretend we’re more
Just for today
We’ll imagine we’re in love
That love is real in the midst of may

We’ll look for the thing that fills our hole
Half full for a minute or two
Before I’m out searching for another fix
Hoping this time it lasts longer than my taste of you