We fitted perfectly -hand and glove
Would die to see u and was dying just seeing u...

Let us bury our ostrich heads in the dirty sands,
Pretend we do not see and we still hear...

Rays of late realisation and enlightment,
Filter in through my mind's window...

Thinking about us
All day thats what i think of...

Promises are made to be broken
Virgins are meant to be broken...

Whatever you want
Wait when you get home from that long day...