Woorden: Willard Grant Conspiracy. Soft Hand.

Flowers on the table
Have all gone south
Clutter that surrounds us
Leaves me with a dry mouth

All I need is a soft hand
To ease me in
All I need is a soft hand
To ease me in

All I need is a soft hand
To ease me in
The only thing we have left
Is skin against skin

There I made you smile
There I made you smile
There I made you smile
Made you smile again

Cut the service on the phone
Don't want anyone to know we're alone
It's so perfect here in bed
Just let the sunshine ease us in

There I made you smile

There I made you smile
There I made you smile
Made you smile again


All I need is a soft hand

All I need is a soft hand

All I need is a soft hand

To ease me in

Ease me in

Ease me in

Ease me in

Ease me in

Ease me in