Guided by moonlight,
as we run down the hill.
Cold wind lashes our hands,
but I don't feel the chill.
To the shore of the lake,
reflects the moon's face.
glimmers in your eyes,
as your chest starts to race.
It's the way you saw me,
the way you touch me,
the way you took me from who I thought I was,
the weight of conscience,
the weight of your heart,
the wait discerning if I deserved you.
Clouds rose from our lips,
like the trails of our souls.
As they began to mix,
then my mind lost control.
You had me frozen as a statue
but leaping on the inside.
Hands, face, lips all blue,
Crash, Smack and Collide.
It's the way you saw me,
the way you touch me,
the way you took me from who I thought I was,
the weight of conscience
the weight of your heart
the wait discerning if I deserved you.
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