We are essentially two moths flying around the same flame.
Well baby, if that's the case, flutter your heart against mine. Burn this up into fresh, sweet, satisfied smoke rings. Make the air beautiful, whether this love remains transient, or grows into the eternal threads fate weaves between our desires and sweet kisses. Your tender flight, baby I've lost you from sight. Don't singe my wings for nothing. Singe my soul for love, and love alone.
Well baby, if that's the case, flutter your heart against mine. Burn this up into fresh, sweet, satisfied smoke rings. Make the air beautiful, whether this love remains transient, or grows into the eternal threads fate weaves between our desires and sweet kisses. Your tender flight, baby I've lost you from sight. Don't singe my wings for nothing. Singe my soul for love, and love alone.
