| I am the petal you are the stem | |
| I am the aroma you are the scent | |
| I am the feather you are the skin | |
| I'm part of you like is the spirit to the gin | |
| There maybe a cause for this time apart | |
| Though there is a space, fate can't be erased | |
| Is that your flesh am I just dreaming, | |
| lay on my chest, feel how I'm breathing | |
| I get the chills when I start thinking | |
| What it will be like, | |
| Is that your flesh am I just dreaming, | |
| lay on my chest, feel how I'm breathing | |
| I get the chills when I start thinking | |
| What it will be like, what it will be like | |
| You are the sailor I am the ship | |
| You are the rebel, I am your risk | |
| You are a fortress I am the gate | |
| This is the chain that is so hard to separate | |
| Will the senses not measure in the miles | |
| Mirrors closeness in, what is there meanwhile | |
| Is that your flesh am I just dreaming, | |
| lay on my chest, feel how I'm breathing | |
| I get the chills when I start thinking | |
| What it will be like, what it will be like | |
| Is that your flesh am I just dreaming, | |
| lay on my chest, feel how I'm breathing | |
| I get the chills when I start thinking | |
| What it will be like, what it will be like | |
| It will be like | |
| You are thunder I am the sound | |
| I'm buried in you as the seeds are with the ground | |
| Is that your flesh am I just dreaming, | |
| lay on my chest, feel how I'm breathing | |
| I get the chills when I start thinking | |
| What it will be like, what it will be like | |
| It will be like | |
| Is that your flesh, lay on my chest | |
| I get the chills when I start thinking. |