It's like a fire, This crucial touch, That holds me here, Expects so much. In this regard, You tie me down. I will be waiting, Waiting for us.
In 50, or 60, She'll leave me, Completely. And one of us will Coldly hold the other's hand. No metaphor for this That I can understand.
Show me some love For fire, This crucial touch, That holds me here, Expects so much. In this regard No girlish charm I will be waiting, Waiting for us.
We'll be waiting in the shadows In the dead of night X8
She held me, And swayed me. "Remember me daily." And all that will remain Of us is photographs. No metaphor for this That I can understand.
Show me This love of fire, This crucial touch, That holds me near, Expects so much. No disregard Will tie me down. I will be waiting, Waiting for us.
We'll be waiting in the shadows In the dead of night X8
It's like a fire, That holds me here. In this regard, You tie me down. I will be waiting.
