Before the dark of your eyes takes my light
I will long for them
until the thorns of your touch hold me here
I will long for them
Before the wine of your lips touches mine
I will long for them
until the wispers of your love meet my ear
I will long for them
When the flowers of our love have whithered
i will long for them
And the silence of our songs stills the room
I will long for them
When the joys that became turn to bitter
i will long for them
And the moments, like this, when I think of you
i will long for them
I will long for them
until the thorns of your touch hold me here
I will long for them
Before the wine of your lips touches mine
I will long for them
until the wispers of your love meet my ear
I will long for them
When the flowers of our love have whithered
i will long for them
And the silence of our songs stills the room
I will long for them
When the joys that became turn to bitter
i will long for them
And the moments, like this, when I think of you
i will long for them