High on your flirty lines,
I evaporate myself in sighs.
Imagine this, babe:
Did you ever think you'd be eternalised
between pages and sheets,
a forever that will last longer than
on some lady's bedsheets
and pictures and galleries?
Babe, you don't know me,
I'm the darling dream of men
and they keep chasing me
but they don't make me flutter the way you did.
Simple walks will lead us down treacherous roads
I am opening myself to walk with you,
I still go back to thinking
about all of your dreaming,
and the cheek kiss
you left me with
all so suddenly, charmingly,
like a film scene.
Hold my hand, darling;
hold onto me.
Don't let go.
