Passion Crime

The seasons are changing
And my heart is singing songs of past regrets
As I'm arranging choruses
Of the scars i can't forget

So shove me to the ground
And press your lips to mine
Oh, but don't make a sound
No one needs to know about our little passion crime.

The temperature is dropping
My racing heart is slowly stopping
I don't mind the freezing air
Or the falling rain drops in my hair
Let's seal this kiss with a song and then a prayer
And anything else to let you know i will always care

So keep me on the ground
And press your lips to mine
Oh, but don't make a sound
No one needs to know about our little passion crime.

Pull away and whisper something no one else can hear
My lipstick is smearing
And the rest of the world is slowly disappearing
So hold me tight
And keep me close
Because we are running out of time