Not so long ago

we both felt love became a word.

No more than that

with sex that felt like wings without a bird.



The only thing that we both love

is in the cradle that we rock.

Six hands, six feeth, but just one beat,

the ticking of the clock.



I always heard I could get hurt,

I knew that from the start.

Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck,

but please don't break my heart.



Solid woods will rot if you

don't keep it from the rain.

We were surprised when we found out

that love feels just like pain.



I always heard I could get hurt,

I knew that from the start.

Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck,

but please don't break my heart.

Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck,

but please don't break my heart.