I have waited centuries for your touch,
And even now I can barely get enough.
I cry to you, baby don’t ever leave,
For you are all I need to believe.
Believe in this journey they call life,
I can no longer feel the tip of the knife.
When with you my wounds heel fast,
I am finally ready to forget the past.
Never have I felt this rush before,
A true sensation I can’t ignore.
I feel younger, stronger, prouder,
I won’t hold it in, I shout it louder.
Skin tight, our temperatures fuse,
A race for you is one I will never lose.
Copyright © Pablo Silva