My kinda strange is as pure as it is *****
It is a kind of lust and love in perfect greys of checkerboard black and whites
It is moonlight in a bottle and sunshine hidden in a kiss
Its hopeless to the sounds of nothings sweet and desperate to feel the teeth of dark passions moan
Its holding hands under a fort of blankets and pillows while reading a classic tale from childhood long ago
And secretly having eachother in the middle of a crowd during the roar of a live show
Its the magic found in sharing shy kisses years into being in love and the leaving of reckless marks and scars in flesh and dreams of a first night
And I can see my kinda strange dancing inbetween the colors of your eyes and beneath the tattoos on the surface of your skin
And if you step into this madness with me we can do anything that we have ever dreamed
And get lost in a bottle of monlight while sharing kisses that burn with the fury of the sun
Where we do nothing but strange in the name of love