Bird Of Ill Omen

Ill make love out of you, and we will burn this sun on a blue day,
zero gravity, your presence I am weightless,
turn to this sky, your company Im inhuman,
a love styled born to defy any doubtful tongues, expropriate, subjugate no more, I am whole,
these four eyes clash with lips to match,
we are the only ones, Id bathe in fire because youre just that cool...
How youve quenched all the heartache,
how low we go under dim lights,
how well my arms fit to the curves of your back,
this is jet propelled, so it will excel,
weve changed the rules most would have given up,
you created love for me, turned me to a man,
made these dead eyes see, oct. sixth Im a man,
every doubtful step, nervousness dies with time
Q. Can It be that I love?
A. Of course you can love
Q. Then how does it feel?
A. Like youre drifting above
Q. And if that feeling is real?
A. Then Id say youre in love
Q. Can it be that I love?
A. Of course you can love
Q. Then how does it feel? Is it real?
A. Yes, Id say youre in love
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