It’ll never feel like this again
We can try, but it won’t
Pretty and eyes-to-eyes
Our secrets, without their disguise
The inspiration for greatness
Propels us forward
And we run into the streets!
And we play under our sheets!
Making believe in the world’s auditorium
Only you, only me…
And our near-perfect fantasy
Hold me close…hold me like that
Like it’s real, like you mean it
Softly, and slowly…
Until it becomes holy