Should Cupid pass, with hand and bow
I hope he’ll purge, my heart of woe...
I'm a fragile heart,
With a twisted mind...
Open your eyes,
Open your chest...
I'm a wreck in the head,
No need to pretend...
I hear you..
You’re ready now...
I hold you close
needing to breath you in...
The roses and jasmines bloom
Scenting the air with heady perfume...
A love-struck Irishman
As I stroll along the rock-strewn road, down by...
You know you gotta feel it,
Temperature rises and I cannot shake it...
Be a hug for me
that my cries could calm in its cradle...
My favorite little part is knowing you're wrong as...
Thinking you understand what's behind this shell...
You see me there,
I'm sitting here...