Lets give in to blissful death,
And never see this day again,
Let's give in to faithful lies,
And smile as we die.

Lets give in to raining eyes,
And be buried under dark skies,
Lets give in to a goodbye kiss,
One that we won't miss.

Lets give in to smiles,
Walking in the sun for miles,
Lets give in to ocean waves,
And count the blue warm days.

Lets give in to soft skin,
And meet lips with sweet sin,
Lets give in to death looks,
And hide with in lost books.

Lets give in to shadowed faces,
And run away to far off places,
Lets give in to mountain cliffs,
And jump into water riffs.

Lets give in to bottles of sand,
And sit on blood soaked land,
Lets give in to trees so green,
And starve to get bodies of lean.

Lets give in to blossoming seeds,
And live without any need,
Lets give in to songs of love,
And embrace that we'll have none.

Lets give in to beds of rock,
And hide in cabins with locks,
Lets give in please I beg,
I don't want to live again.

Lets give in to words of fake,
And drown in dark cold lakes,
Lets give in to moonlight skies,
And accept our fate to die.

Lets give in to child's laughter,
And go to the hereafter,
Lets give in to stopping our breaths,
And finally lay completely dead.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of having someone who cares,
Someone who will feel the need to wrap their arm around you,
Even if you’re not cold at all.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of sugar sweet touches,
As gentle as a rose,
And as soft as silk.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of butterflies in your stomach,
And blush in your cheeks,
Of smiling without a reason.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of stolen moments,
Between classes,
And thoughts that lead nowhere.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of moonlight pouring through your window,
And talking for hours on the phone,
Of shyly saying I miss you.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of the timid looks toward him,
And noticing he’s already looking,
Of a smile shared in secret.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of seeing the world in brighter colours,
And seeing love in the oddest places,
Of an endless supply of happiness.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of not wanting to say bye,
And wishing for a goodnight kiss,
From his sweet angelic lips.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of him loving my flaws,
And all my insecurities,
Of his hand tracing circles on my back.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of tender kisses,
Placed on my forehead,
And letters passed between lovers.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of sharing a bond,
Over sappy love stories,
And singing badly to make the other smile.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of long nights,
Spent awake,
Thinking of him.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of sitting together,
Watching chick flicks,
And simply holding hands.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of cuddling together,
While watching the rain,
And falling asleep on the couch.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of watching his lips,
Curl into a smile,
And melting into it.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of hearing his laugh,
Like bells ringing,
Of feeling tranquil and content.

I am in love with the idea of being in love,
Of walking in the forest,
And having comfortable silence,
Envelope us both.

I am in love with the idea of being in love.