there we sat in a parked car...trying to find the words

you held my hand and whispered

a quote you heard somewhere, was something about dying by my side...

the pleasure would be all mine

you said softly

i want to take you far from here

someplace quiet

where everything is green

and nothing ever goes wrong

and if right now you could take my hand

and join me in a new life

ill be waiting here for you

the road is long and there are no signs to direct you home to me my dear



the pleasure would be all mine

you said softly

you can change your mind

but not your heart

so if you try and fake it again...i'll know

and if we try and make it then we'll grow

old and die in each other's arms

with nothing left unsaid

and it would be as perfect as life would allow

and the pleasure my dear would be all mine

(and the pleasure my dear would be all mine)

and the pleasure my dear would be all mine...all mine...all mine...



well i believe in heads up pennies and four leaf clovers over and over

still i cant see my luck running out right in front of me

you can change your mind 

but not your heart

so if you try and fake it again...ill know

and if we try and make it then we'll grow

old and die in each other's arms

whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa