fire is still burning but the heat can not touch us.
The water is still running and its flow is within us.
There's a secret that should never be told
the more that you live is the less I'm getting old
‘cos you make me feel like a child again
running through the rain in the dessert that need no oasis
we can drink each other's kisses.
i more to your house and you more to mine
if you say I was right there then you lie.
The angles left us with too many dreams
don't wake up now baby ‘cos your truth will scream.