Mine is yours, and yours is mine.
Our bodies tangled together like a fisher's line.

Your hands climb up my back, then
Your fingertips dance down my spine.

A storm rages on, destroys those in its path.
The rain pours down in a steady decline.

I stay warm close to your burning skin,
If you stay close, we'll be just fine.

Our bodies stay tangled together like a fisher's line,
Mine is yours, and yours is mine.