I don`t know
What I`ll do to you
But I find myself at the East River
Waiting to meet with you
And late at night I keep dreamin`of you
We`re making love on the sofa
That belongs to you

We fly higher than kites
When we're face to face
Searchin'for time alone
In this here violent place
And we don't know who we are or why we met
But it's strangely good
In some sort of freakish way

CHORUS

The things we'll do
Will make you feel like woman
Falling in love with a man
She doesn't even know
The words we'll say
Will send your mind on ajourney
Looking for self-understanding
Of the things we've done

Catch your breath you heart beats too fast
You feel my presence in your arms will not last
I have an urge I must kiss your hand
The fresh scent of this woman's fragrance
Lies deep in my head

So we slit our wrist and we join our blood
To simbolize some type of crazy oath
Sometimes it feels so wrong but it could be good enough
To sacrifice our freedom for each other's hearts

CHORUS