We can call it love
You cann call it passion
Building storms
Shapes and forms
Pouring from a heart full of change
People turn to rain
Then turn into winter
Then there're gone
From now on
Have to think abaout a cold kind of future
There was a time
Maybe just one or two
When the nicht caught on fire
Dancing around the room that touched the sky, so high
There was a place
Mabe just one or two
When the queen of desire
Taught me a tune that touched the sky, so high
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