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
|
|
-----------------
|
If Kenneth Could Speak
|
| The June Spirit |
