our bodies conceited with bliss
and her kisses running down my lips
and she's thinking about how blessed she is
but the only thing that was on my mind is how I'm going home tonight
we're succeeding in holding our tongues tight
'till she fails to hold her nerves and all her pressure fades with light
captured in a foresight, she knows
for all our lives we hold on with bright sights
but tonight was a different kind of night
