It was a thought and it was a dream
you took my hand; you have my everything.
When things look down and skies are gray
a dance in the kitchen brings the sun my way.
Pulling close and kissing sweet
ewww a chill comes over me,
you are the song that lifts me off my feet,
with whispers right out of my dreams.
Keeping on living and keep on lovin
the trick that sparks the wanting,
to hold you close and keep you here
somehow our souls eternally share.
In the kitchen the lights are low
I close my eyes and I let go,
magical as it can be
I feel you here next to me.