I fall for songs I find my name in.
Simple melodies that speak to me,
Like your eyes, when your lips are closed.

I'm amazed by words that have no meaning,
And those that tend to mean the world.
Give it up, sit next to me. We're getting old.

You're not my sunshine, but my rainstorm,
Suppressing my thirst, as I lift my chin to you.
Your kisses smear my face with cold chills.

I'd like to stay forever yours, dear.
Sitting underneath your arm in bliss,
Getting lost in every song and every kiss.