I don't know what I'll do to you
But I find myself at the east river waiting
to meet with you
And late at night I keep dreaming of you
We're making love on the sofa that belongs
to you
We fly higher than kites when we're face
to face
Searching for time alone in this here
violent place
And we don't know who we are or why we
met
But it's strangely good in some sort of
freakish way
Chorus:
The things we'll do will make you feel like a woman
Falling in love with a man she doesn't even know
The words we'll say will send your mind on a journey
Looking for self understanding of the things we've done
Catch your breathe, your heart beats too
fast
You feel my presence in your arms will
not last
Although I have an urge I must kiss your
hand
The fresh scent of this woman's fragrance
lies deep in my head
So we slit our wrists and we join our
blood
To symbolize some type of crazy oath
Sometimes it feels so wrong but it could
be good enough
To sacrafice our freedom for each other's
hearts
Repeat Chorus till fade