Blind dates are an obnoxious lot
And I think I'm going out of my head...

To some, love is born with a tender kiss
And to others, it is a biochemical reaction...

I could bathe myself unendingly
In golden locks...

During the night,
Old champagne toasts...

There are two things that coexist,
They are called love and hate...

When our fever burns itself out,
And all the glittering stars have fallen...

Who are we that we decide
Where beauty rests and upon whose face...

Without your love
To brighten my day...

As the earth spins faster,
Music and the scent of roses...