Roman Candle

There were eyes on us,
Parents advising us.
Oh, we pretended
Not to hear.
Take your time on us,
Ripen the vine on us.
Oh but you whisper
In my ear;
«In the sea of love there ain’t no time.
In the clutching fist of time
We’ll survive»
My light never burned that bright,
But I know a sign when I see it
Now you know
If they wound me,
Blew us like a ship at sea
It doesn’t mean
I’m uncertain.
Just afraid.
You like the sound of love,
Of drinking the dragon’s blood.
Oh, but you might not
Like the taste.
In the sea of love there ain’t no time
In the clutching fist of time
We’ll survive.
My light never burned that bright,
But I know a sign when I see it.
It darkens my doorway and I need you.
Now you know.
The sea of love it sees no time.
But the clutching fist of time is a vice.
My light never burned that bright,
But I know a sign when I see it.
It darkens my doorway and I need you.
Now you know.