...'cause I'm crazy 'bout you, baby. Time after time. Without you one night alone, is like a year without you, baby...

There's silence once again after 48 hours of filling these walls with secrets, I'm left with throbbing yellows and violets. Yet, I'd rather have them.

For every drop it brings is one more moment spent with you...

No, this is not self-torture. It's sweet.

We'll make heaven a place on earth.

It's almost like a long dream. Tonight, I'm not fixing anything until the morning breaks so I'd wake up knowing this is real.