With your arms around me I sit and wait
for it is the loaded question that I anticipate.
Will it always be so wonderful to sit here with you?
I look up at your smile, my skies turn to blue.
I think I will linger.

You stroked my arm with your thumb,
you made my heart beat fast like a drum.
My world turned into a cork skrew,
spinning, spinning all askew.
I think this should linger.

I have been warned against your ways
and my love life has seen better days,
but when I sit here and look up at you
everything seems to bloom anew.
I wish this would linger.

Your arms are so warm around me
I feel so safe and yet free.
I am only waiting for your cue
to change one and one into two.
For this I will forever linger.