My heart is cold, by my own will,
For warmth of soul would not be thrill.
I fear your heat, your perfect hands,
For they showcase your love’s demands.
You want my heart, my hand, my life.
You want me to become your wife.
The glacier’s melting, my heart beats.
My sour mistrust is turning sweet.
I’ll take your hand, forsake the night.
We can’t go wrong when love is right.
You’ve made me human; now I feel.
No longer cold, you made me real.
I can’t go back. The pull’s too strong
To take your hand and come along.
My walls have fallen. My heart’s bare.
I trust you; I know that you care.
We’ll spent the night apart once more...
then lie together, evermore.
