We were lovers, we were kissers We were holders of hands, We were make...
I don’t have to runaway and live in the street. I can runaway and I can go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains. I could go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan.
Let me wrap myself around you Let me show you how I see And when you come back in from nowhere Do you ever think of me?
Have you ever seen a love burn brighter than this mans love that you are...