Maybe I was not looking for a friend,
Oh baby just one sweet lover to burn.
Yes I feel cold being away from you,
For in my soul there are hand prints of you.

Our long kisses melt this distance,
Soak ourselves knee deep in this dance.
Soon moonlight meets sunrise,
Staying at this moment seems wise.

Night gives in to morning,
As sadness to drinking.
Fill my hungry heart enough
That headache matters not.