The Art of Kissing Properly

The dark night stretches out ahead
And i wish you’d never leave this bed
Perhaps that’s how it’s meant to be
The art of kissing properly
I think it’s summer still outside
A few last beams of late sunlight
Broke through the windows as if to see
The art of kissing properly
So look at us now
Weather beaten and crushed by every storm
We could go out tonight
But there’s no place left they’ll ever let us in
Who knows
Why do we have such fires in our hearts?
Who knows
We never see much good when we’re apart
Who knows
Why do we have such fires in our hearts?
Who knows
We never see much good when we’re apart
Who knows
Why do we have such fires in our hearts?
Who knows
We never see much good when we’re apart
And you know