I stare at the honey comb,
with its bees buzzing about.
What a match I think to myself,
Accidently fallen on the same route.
My fallen heart bleeding on the ground,
is just the perfect thing.
Because I'm pretty sure that if you were around,
You'd caress it and to put it to sleep you would sing.
If you were a sour medecine,
I would take you down and devour.
Because no matter how much you'd taste like sin,
I'd make myself like the taste of sour.
You're eyes they sparkle a sense of innocence,
when you look down at me like that.
And suddenly I don't mind being so dependant,
Because I know you'd take care of me that's a fact.
And being miles away it doesn't really matter,
and being 2 years elder it's not that big.
Because for you my age I'd shatter,
I'd purposely get wrinkles if it's age you dig.
But I know it's not that way,
and that you thought that I would care.
But no baby I don't,
no matter how far we are I'll always be there.
And a two years difference,
doesn't really mean that much.
Because you give me this feeling,
it's like a angels touch.
Those curls that bounce of your head,
they make me sway like the water in the stream.
Heaven knows I'd be caught dead,
if I were to ever give up this dream.
So just hold my hand,
and let's walk down this lane.
Who cares if it ends,
Who cares if it completely drives us insane.
Because when I look into your eyes,
all the time seems to blow away.
Those bees around the honeycomb sigh,
because our match is made in heaven in it's own way.
And no matter how much you or I may deny the fact,
There's nothing more from this relationship that I expect.
Because just one glance into those eyes and I realize that,
this thing between you and me...It's perfect.
