It might just be a token But I am not yet broken It might just be a blessing But I still hear church bells ringing It might be a small thing But I still remember how to sing It might be something big If I can still light a candle stick I might find the light That gives sight Then I have to say It's more then a token that I am not broken.
With every kiss, you draw me into your labyrinth of love. Lost in between the sheets and uttered moans of pleasure. We collide over and over and I am certain this is how galaxies are created..