Woorden:
Bennett Tony The Art Of Romance

to touch, to share Worlds apart the night we met We braved the odds and won the bet Not perfect yet but close enough for love How old fashioned, pure romance

Somebody hold me too close Somebody hurt me too deep Somebody sit in my chair and ruin my sleep And make me aware of being Alive Being Alive Somebody

though I don't know where And don't know when I'll find myself in love again I promise there will always be A little place no one will see A tiny part

Little did I dream when first we collided Love was on the scene and fate had decided It was time that we met But little did I ever dream All that I could

too A distant bell and stars that fell Like rain out of the blue When my life is through And the angels ask me to recall the thrill of them all Then I will