Your name, your name
love, love, love
if my lips don't rhyme with your eyes
we can settle our differences with our noses
rub them together for luck, for a kind gesture, a sense of peace
your eyes keeping mine fast asleep
when after our movements have ceased,
lay in each others arms until time decides we're late
for the obligations we have to make
when in love with you, a song to create.
One million years of sleep, I wish to sink deeply into,
with our arms tangled tight.