remember the days of when we were younger
we thirsted from birth and we hunted with hunger
running and laughing under skies of thunder
we were sisters and brothers in a world of wonder

The five fingers are not equal
Yet, one is not more relevant than the other
All five are needed to make a fist.

Hold me close, it's so cold
Make the first move, I'm not that bold
This cold weather do I loathe
So with your warm skin clothe
Me
Be
My covering tonight
No honey, let's not fight
Arguments do us no good
Be it about money or food
Hold me tonight
Hold me till the morning light

A meal for one
Is an unhappy meal
For a meal of fun
Two's the deal!