Standing in this rain of fire
He can't take much more...
As he looks at her smile
He sees the love and life...
Standing in this rain of fire
He can't take much more...
It is not soulful love
Nor is it mental love...
There is a lot of words
I can say to you; you see...
How dare she
Have the audacity...
If I could hold a star for each time you made me smile, An entire evenings sky would be in the palm of my hand. |