Vanilla scented sky
the candlelight can only show so much
we can let our hands see what our eyes can'tYou breathe softly
And move in slow motion
We keep a firm grip on this moment
'cause it will never last as long
as we want it toSo let's make the best of a great situation
I think I'll start at your ears
Work my way down to your neck
Roll over your collarbone
End up at your chestHipbones are calling my name
Only I can hear their plea
Serve as handles for the night
Skin like silk becomes slipperyLet's make the best of a great situationLike every good story here must be an end
It's the only way we can relive this againSo let it go and wave goodbyeHappiness is a handful of days away
It's easier to count the days than hours We learned that the hard wayThe number is lesser in value
And easier to swallowThanks to Rick vanravenhorst (van@ripnet.com) for these lyrics