is there not a kiss as sweet
as that which forms when our lips meet
we walk the world our hand in hand
from cement road to golden sand
along the way i gave my heart
in hope that we many never part
to find that i am all alone
my heart goes cold and turns to stone.
as that which forms when our lips meet
we walk the world our hand in hand
from cement road to golden sand
along the way i gave my heart
in hope that we many never part
to find that i am all alone
my heart goes cold and turns to stone.
