Sometimes her hand warm from dreaming

Finds its way to my side of the morning

And in between waking and sleeping

We make love, we make love



Sometimes she's quietly busy

And I smile away all her intensions

And among her forgotten excuses

We make love, we make love



Sometimes we just make love

Sometimes we just make love

Wo wo wo



Sometimes in a room full of strangers

In the distance of laughter and small talk

With a look that takes only a moment

We make love, we make love



And after a moment of difference

In the quiet of dying confusions

On a blanket of gentle forgiving

We make love, we make love



Sometimes we just make love

Sometimes we just make love

Wo wo wo, we make love