If we could sing and dance
Under the moon and the stars
Could we play, take chance
Under the moon and stars glowing,
And sticked on your room's ceiling
But Darling, one of us must fold
End this poignant game
Take a risk, be bold
But how, with a pair of aces
Can't seem to read each other's faces
Our cup of desire filled to a brim
When would our boiling blood
Turn into crimson steam
And fill the room with a faint, red shade
From all the love that was made
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
If we could sing and dance
Under the moon and the stars
Could we play, take chance
Under the moon and stars glowing,
And sticked on your room's ceiling
But Darling, one of us must fold
End this poignant game
Take a risk, be bold
But how, with a pair of aces
Can't seem to read each other's faces
Our cup of desire filled to a brim
When would our boiling blood
Turn into crimson steam
And fill the room with a faint, red shade
From all the love that was made
