Your Song

“Your song”

The day I least expected, I met you.
You were twenty I was eighteen.
It was fire with just a gleem.
So endless nights with endless words began.
Your love invaded me,
and bodily it was lunacy.

You opened up for me your life’s door
so we could walk, so we could dream,
and go to places never seen.
Where souls undress to show up what they are,
‘cause they’ve nothing to hide.
We bonded for eternity.

And you sang me your song,
‘cause you made me your song, your song, your song.

Your love is a tender song,
with a groovy lunatic melody.
It’s a melting, uplifting symphony.
Your song is of burning love.
It’s a groovy lunatic melody.
It’s a melting uplifting symphony.

Today, years hang on our life’s wall,
What has fed us, we have framed.
What could kill us, we have drained.
‘cause rotten apples come once in a while
and just a bite could call the rain
to kill the light that’s living on that flame.
But that flame is so strong
it’ll never dissolve.

And you still sing me your song,
‘cause you made me your song, your song, your song.

Your love is a tender song,
with a groovy lunatic melody.
It’s a melting, uplifting symphony.
Your song is of burning love.
It’s a groovy lunatic melody.
It’s a melting uplifting symphony.

Of freedom, delirium,
but never oblivion.
A choir of fire,
as sweet as a lire.
Percussioning passion
that beats at its maximum.

Your love is a tender song,
with a groovy lunatic melody.
It’s a melting, uplifting symphony.
Your song is of burning love.
It’s a groovy lunatic melody.
It’s a melting uplifting symphony.
Your love is a tender song,
with a groovy lunatic melody.
It’s a melting, uplifting symphony.