Let me linger on your lips
As though a memory there
Let me feel your fingertips
As you strum my hair
Let me look into your eyes
And looking lose all care
Let me breathe in your scent
As though my very air
Let me linger on your lips
As though a memory there
Let me feel your fingertips
As you strum my hair
Let me look into your eyes
And looking lose all care
Let me breathe in your scent
As though my very air
Smiles are prisoners in you
So many enter your eyes
So few ever see the light again
Surely they tire
Of staring through the bars
Knowing, as they do,
What it was like to travel
From face to face
Every now and then
You drop your guard
And you grant a poor soul liberty