Holding your hand - your the earth I'm the sand
understand.. I want to be your man like you plan
hold you tight like turbans on the heads of afghans
physical attraction got me emotionally loving you
in the ocean as two I believe you faded the blue
I get so happy on days pain to you is see through
your the medicine to cure the sickness in me
you care for sin more then living with breeze
sick of death and suffering from insect disease
sit n' blaze weed behind the tree beneath the sea
we believe in one another and it makes us complete
from our head to our feet and everything in between
you make me feel the way drugs do baby..
guess what I'm trying to say is baby I love you
the way I hug you feels like the air as doves flew
through the sky to heaven the same way when I touch you
