We send each other love songs to express what we don't know how to say.
Freaky adolescents in the night but epitomising sophistication by day.
We send each other love songs to express what we cannot conprehend.
The looks of disapproval we'd give when they refer to us as 'friends'.
I tremble under his touch and I linger under his lips
While he takes a deep breath and tells himself to always remember this.