flashing like fire
blending like paint
as good as a saint
as brief as a touch
as beautiful as love
fits like a glove
with the charisma of a dove
and power from above
i feel my pulse take control
i feel my hands move
and i trace an image
its all in my head
I’m using someone else’s lines
I’m drawing someone else’s life
soft voices and soft hands
i can read your mind
ill never get out of your head
our names embedded in the tracks
what happens when we touch
will it start a fire ?