She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees
So wonderful are dreams when dreaming of you your
The patrons were waiting for their wings of heaven doves as the bar room
*** Eyes of angels fall on me feelings of despair and hopeless pleas
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
Lost pages of love torn and tattered empty lines I’ve read
Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
Feelings mislead the fallacies of love virtue cries for something
The times we’ve swayed as one I’ve cherished every moment
parking down the street walking very discreet to my back alley girl I slip inside wiping the tears
yearning with anticipation as my heart holds the
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly