We are insane to this

passion we call love

So sweet so delicate,

our hearts beat freely as a lost dove.

Sweet memories pierce the flesh of the grave

of what we once called love. Our hearts mend

together, and we run

run from death, that tries to steal our

embracement.

No fear of losing you, we are as strong as

death, I am not going to lose you, not

today, not tomorrow, not tonight.

Today we may die, but tomorrow we shall love.

Love sweet as sin, you give me the power and

the heartache, but still in love, no prayer

can ease our pain, but together forever, its

all we gain.