Bare Searching With Locked Lips
Your Finger Circles Beneath My Shirt
A Touch Could Send My Ships
Setting Sail Upon A Flirt
There's No More Weeks
Nor Months That Come Between
Lying Still Cheek To Cheek
As If We Had Always Been
With The Tips Of Our Noses
We Speak A Silly Word
A War From A Bed Of Roses
The Sail The Wind Has Stirred
Only Then I Couldn't Sleep
Knowing What The Morning Takes
In Darkness We Will Keep
Drift Again As Dawn Breaks
Why Must One Fall
Just A Little Bit Less
I'll Hold On 'Til Last Call
Fingertips Can Only Caress
I Would Not Leave But
It Rose And So Must I
Before You Make The Cut
Depart With The Morning Sky
Helen, I've Returned To New Places
With More Waves In The Sea
No Land Or Boat Replaces
Where I Wish To Be
CK
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