Part of me loves the idea of it, though -- of the strength of the passion being enough to overcome bodily needs (like sleep):
I drove all night to get to you
Is that alright
I drove all night
Crept in your room
Woke you from your sleep
To make love to you
Is that alright
I drove all night
And that part of me feels a little sad we never made that happen, but I reckon that's the same part of me that wishes I didn't have to work but could just have all the money I needed and other similar ungrounded-in-reality kind of thoughts. Ultimately, I think we'll be better off having taken care of our own needs (and the needs of my progeny in my case) before coming together and I don't believe that has to dull the ardor one bit:
What in this world
Keep us from tearing apart
No matter where I go I hear
The beating of your heart
I think about you
When the night is cold and dark
No one can move me
The way that you do
Nothing erases the feeling between me and you...
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