Love is a shield,

to hide behind,

love is a field

to grow inside,

and when I sometimes close my eyes

my mind starts spinning round.

Love is a baby

in a mother's arms,

love is your breath

which makes me warm,

and when I sometimes close my eyes,

my mind starts spinning round.

There is a feeling

that flows through me,

when you are near

you make it real

and we could live for this ideal.

And all the pictures we run through,

seem to be perfect,

seem to be true.

But nothing is quite forever,

especially staying together.



I don't care now

what comes along,

what counts is us,

no matter what will be,

just this naivety.

The changing words we're taking in,

seem to be perfect,

seem to win.

But nothing is quite forever,

especially staying together