The wine is better in your mouth
"I love you" is more tender in your voice
The night on your body is shorter
I'm getting sick with love
I wish I could walk through your hair
I wish I could spend the night on your skin
To think that it was all a dream
Then discover you again
And love you the way that I would
Like a man to a woman
To have you as something mine
And not be able to believe it
So mine, mine, mine, mine
That you're part of my skin
I wish I could drink from your chest
My fingers searching for trails
To reach the end of your being
To dance the waltz of the waves
To melt with you in the shadows
And make you a love poem
And love you the way that I would
Like a man to a woman
To have you as something mine
And not be able to believe it
So mine, mine, mine, mine
That you're part of my skin