Woorden: Mark King. Take My Hand.

Ornamental words can't describe the bliss
That openness produces
Now the flaming heart and the burning kiss
No longer need excuses

Take my hand, I am here for you
All is well, we've broken the spell
Take my hand, I'll be there for you
All is well, we've broken the spell

Every little time that we compromise
I lose myself in some way
And I know the fate of the man who lies
They shoot horses, don't they?

Now I'm more aware of the big design
My love for you increases
'Cause I never knew just where to draw the line
Till I saw you in pieces

If you wanna know why I tell you this
I no longer need excuses
For the flaming heart and the burning kiss
As destiny seduces

Take my hand, I am here for you
All is well, we've broken the spell
Take my hand, I'll be there for you
All is well, we've broken the spell
Take my hand