;

it was the sweetness of your skin
it was the hope of all we might have been
that fills me with the hope to wish
impossible things

,

Let your honey keep you warm

.....

See the curtains hanging in the window
In the evening on a Friday night
A little light a-shining through the window
Lets me know everythings alright

....

Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
his is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind

..

did you let me win?

..

a love that should have lasted years



your ind aches

.

I could live a little in a wider line ...



again