Vanilla scented sky

the candlelight can only show so much

we can let our hands see what our eyes can't



You breathe softly

And move in slow motion

We keep a firm grip on this moment

Cuz it will never last as long

as we want it to



So let's make the best of a great situation

I think I'll start at your ears

Work my way down to your neck

Roll over your collarbone

End up at your chest



Hipbones are calling my name

Only I can hear their plea

Serve as handles for the night

Skin like silk becomes slippery



Let's make the best of a great situation



Like every good story here must be an end

It's the only way we can relive this again



So let it go and wave goodbye



Happiness is a handful of days away

It's easier to count the days than hours We learned that the hard way



The number is lesser in value

And easier to swallow



Thanks to Rick vanravenhorst (van@ripnet.com) for these lyrics