Bird Of Ill Omen Spoon
I'll make love out of you, and we will burn this sun on a blue day
Zero gravity, your presence I am weightless
Turn to this sky, your company I'm inhuman
A love styled born to defy any doubtful tongues, expropriate, subjugate no more, I am whole
These four eyes clash with lips to match
We are the only ones, I'd bathe in fire because you're just that cool...
How you've quenched all the heartache
How low we go under dim lights
How well my arms fit to the curves of your back
This is jet propelled, so it will excel
We've changed the rules most would have given up
You created love for me, turned me to a man
Made these dead eyes see, oct. sixth I'm a man
Every doubtful step, nervousness dies with time
Q. Can It be that I love?
A. Of course you can love
Q. Then how does it feel?
A. Like you're drifting above
Q. And if that feeling is real?
A. Then I'd say you're in love
Q. Can it be that I love?
A. Of course you can love
Q. Then how does it feel? Is it real?
A. Yes, I'd say you're in love
