Vanilla scented sky
The candlelight can only show so much
We can let our hands see what our eyes can't
You 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 to
So 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 chest
Hipbones are calling my name
Only I can hear their plea
Serve as handles for the night
Skin like silk becomes slippery
Let's make the best of a great situation
Like every good story here must be an end
It's the only way we can relive this again
So let it go and wave goodbye
Happiness is a handful of days away
It's easier to count the days than hours We learned that the hard way
The number is lesser in value
And easier to swallow
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