Sunday, September 13, 2009
Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love

I wanna kiss you in Paris
I wanna hold your hand in Rome
Make love in a train cross-country
You put this in me
So now what?

Talk to me, tell me your dreams
Tell me your stories
I'm not afraid of who you are
We can fly..

Poor is the man
Whose pleasures depend
On the permission of another
Love me, that's right, love me

I'm open and ready
For you to justify my love