The ****** of calamity on the steps of the old church,prior to the feast of St.Steven.
My heart beating time and
the blood's flowing fine but
somewhere down the line
there'll be trouble ahead.

I see a Mediterranean blue creeping up on me,you
haven't noticed at all.
If I fall you won't see me,
I'll be frightened and lonely but my
heart's beating time so I
guess I'll be fine.

When we touch lips
you thrill me
when we don't kiss
it kills me,
will your heart ever make time for mine?