Fifteen minutes to breakdown
We will make it up somehow...
We will pull it up together,
Cuddle in your arms and leather.
All those silly misconceptions,
On the highway intersections,
We'll slow down just a little
Make it sweet instead of bitter.
Kiss me, dear, that is clear
There is more to us then that.
Not give in to silly fear -
It was meant that we have met
I don't understand the schema
Of the universe within
All I know this dilemma
Will give in to us...We'll win!
