Speaking in gray words,
The passive and the civil
Now our love starts to burn like
The night for it's candle
Eclipse the painful space
Between our lust driven bodies,
With our hearts pressed together
This is making love;
This is making melody
And then I wake up,
And you and I were never in love
And you and I were never in love
I slip back to slumber and appear on a comet,
And your eyes hide conviction,
And you were singing so loud
You were painting with an ice brush
Onto the Heaven's red canvas
And burn a hole through the universe
With your fire
Oh
And then I wake up,
And you and I were never in love
And you and I were never in love