Yes my dear,
we are the lucky ones.
Cursed with eternity and the endlessness journey.
No confusion... No turning back.
No stop signs for we've chosen the right track.
No mistakes as we run toward the sunset.
Chasing the moonlight, painting the night.
Barefoot and careless.
Sweet kisses and caresses.
Trapped in our youths and a burning passion.
Hand in hand we're heading to the glory.
Where the night is ours only.
And the bitter tastes just as sweet...
As your existance here with me