A fiery breath is gone into the cold,
And I stop to think,
This could never grow old.
His touch is laced with perfect bliss,
A kiss, a smile,
I could get used to this.
I hold his hand, I hold on tight,
Nothing, no nothing,
Could ruin this night.
But here they come, its an army they've formed,
No kiss, no smile,
Could stop this storm.
The letters we send have to be enough,
And when they day comes,
It will be enough.
The passion in a lovers heart,
Grows warmer and warmer
When its torn apart.
So we'll sing loud proud and true,
When all these storms,
Lead me back to you.