All he prayed for was
someone to recognise him...

Your love is a mystical and wondrous act
Making passion come out of every little hole I can...

Is the water I'm in too deep? I wonder as it...
it gets higher and higher...

It used to be I could take you as a choice
in me, out of me, easy come, easy go...

I lay, thinking what might have been,
as why we kept our feelings secret for so long...