The silence in this empty room
Is louder than the street...
I saw the moon through the treeline tonight
It looked a little cold, a little bit too white...
Staring at an empty can
Tracing out a master plan...
Well the clock on the TV is stuttering time
American poets trading their last silver dime...
Woke up with the sun climbing over the hill
Looking at you, everything's standing still...
In every breath and all the sighs,
In the way we look into each other's eyes...
A flicker of heat, a slow-burning flame,
Whispering promises that answer a name...
In the quiet of the night, when shadows play,
The chaos of the world starts to fade away...
My hands trace every curve and line,
Until your pulse is fused with mine...
My love for you is seamlessly spun
You're truly my only one...
In the tapestry of my life
You are the most vibrant thread...
My love, When I drink from your cup
I have the strength, the power and hope...