You go on with your life, and he'll wallow in his lies. The tide rolls on, and the moon will sing its song. A song so sweet and slow, melodies that bristle and blow. Eternity rests between your thighs, love and life, how tenderly they collide. Extremities have no value, I'll love you for your thoughts and soul. I believe what I want but we've become selfish and low. I desire others but my heart is yours. But it's too late and my heart can't skamper back home.