The color of lovers is a spectrum only seen
From the eye in the middle of your forehead
With a tasty hook in one hand
And a noose around your neck in the other.
Oh, what a day that was
When we were walking hand in hand
Cosmic waves washing over us --
Or was that only in a dream?
I can never tell, you know
And sometimes I don't want to.
There is an ocean between you and me
She is there for you, but I cannot be.
So what does this mean?
Forget-you-will or forget-you-won't?
I'll go halfway in both directions,
Never knowing what a glorious love to be
Within the deep vast darkness of your eyes --
Those crazy deep pools of nothing but your soul
I think you may be tantalizing me.
Don't worry, I think I might like it these days.
When can I have you? - When will you be mine?
Wanting to awaken with you in the mornings has never been a crime
(Although the nights before the mornings may be quite “sinful” indeed)
I do not know why we hold ourselves back from each other
Because I know we love each other --
Well, I don't know why I love you - but I do.
The lovers are two chemicals
Exploding in one another's lust
Electricity coursing through the veins of their beings --
The future awaits - the future approaches
When the lovers will come together in union
Time will come for them to separate
And come together again.
So it will be with you and I
Yet just so I am clear, dear heart --
I own the dearest heart to me.
But... I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine
So your heart is the dearest heart to me, dear lover --
Because our hearts are one, Divine.