What I'd give to feel your hand on me,
when I'm all alone, lost in my sea,
When I'm living on the edge of my beliefs,
When I think of you, when my faith leaps.
What I'd give to smell your scent,
To be lost in your storm, to be bent,
To be hold by your arms and to feel your breath,
To be laying hopeless, next to you, 'till the death.
And your words are meant to heal
To make me smile, to make me feel,
To touch my heart and scar my soul
When you are here, hours just roll...
I may sound dumb but I don't care,
You're my little drug in my ...