This might be the last
this might, this might be the last...

It's alright
i found my perfect mate...

Quick little girl, the dance will soon end
and what have you achieved...

I was at the bottom
i was down in it...

When he laughs
looks at me with star-shine eyes...

Darling, how you fall to me
slipping on the tiles...

Step to the left, will you step right
as to follow my lead...

She walks into a cave
with shaven locks and a busted lip...

Breaking in
to my thoughts...

Aha.
grammar, she writes...

Funny after all this time, reflecting
on how we shared so little, shared so much...

Last night we had the most
unbelievable making of love...