It is what we make it
it is in your heart...

Your eyes like the moon
that shines in the sky...

The wind stops blowing
the lake is as still as glass...

Charm the girls
see them flirt...

Boy you think
you got it...

You made my eyes light up
every time i saw you...

In my palm my grasp of you
you were really mine...

The blow of the wind
the rustle of the trees...

Cant believe this is happening
happening to me...

Sweet sensation
is being brought over me...