If you would let me hold you, the nights would never be this cold. If morning has its romance, and midday has demands, if I could rest my head forever in these fragile hands. If evening has its moments..
If you can keep a secret, from me. Then I can tell you things, that you'd not believe. If I could write a letter, and sign it with your blood, and send it with the truest of intentions my love.
If breathing was this easy, intentions would be lost. To hold a conversation with a voice that cuts so soft. If breathing was this easy...