Gentle precipitation Tactile screams stimulation Keeping in touch Inside a deep vibration Outside try to be patient Saving the good stuff It's more a bold expression Once more a golden lesson... it's too much Never a disappointment Always feel like I'm joining inside me
(Chourus) Moving right along In your arms Proving me wrong every time Do you belong to the wind?
Left hand behind your head and right hand embrace you as you moan Deep breath I feel your legs wrapped around me tightly and hold Slowly fading into the past Brief encounter and it might be the last
