When she looks in his eyes
she sees her future...

She sits on her bed
thinking only of him...

I sit here thinking
of you and me...

All alone with
nowhere to go...

In the stone are stories of lovers now lost.
Covered in the cobwebs and dust of time...

As sweet as can be
no one would expect it...

A simple kiss growing deeper
a gentle touch of hand to flesh...

Flowing into the massive seas.
Light shining on your surface...

Rain can come down hard
And the sun can be there...

A gentle breeze
rustles the tall grass...

Light, little feather
In your wings...

Hold me now
don't let go...