Album Prologue
When you hold my hand,
How can you expect me not to grip?
When our lips meet,
How can you expect me not to kiss?
That beautiful face
That big ol' heart
I can't begin
To tell you what it would be like
To fall apart
Without you in my arms
There's nothing I can see
No horizon
No blue sky
No blue open sea
I am only
When I am with you
But can you possibly be
When you are with me?
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