I'd thought you'd know
That I'd be here tonight
I am by your side
And we're alive
Yeah we're alive
I'd thought you'd know
I'd be holding you with so tight
Our bodies pressed so fine
Oh it's beautiful,
Beautiful tonight
I think you know that I love you right
So close your eyes
Close your eyes tonight
Let's run away
Let's get away
Go
Go past all the mountains we'll climb
And it's beautiful up so high
I think I see the sun in your eyes
So hold me tight
And we're beautiful tonight
Beautiful tonight
Beautiful tonight
Beautiful
And we're alive tonight
YOU ARE READING
Metanoia
PoetryMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.
