Tell Me The Whole Thing Isn't A Dream i Have Opened My Eyes And Truly Seen the Colour Of The Eyes the Feel Of Your Lips On Mine it Took Me A Thousand Years to Discover Love Is Fine
you Are everything To Me the Touch Of Your Hand Is Like A Blind Man that Now Can See the Colour Of Your Eyes the Feel Of Your Lips On Mine it Took Me A Thousand Years to Discover Love Is Fine
when You Slow Down won't You Give Me Some Time i Wait Endlessly there's No Reason Or Rhyme for The Joy And Pain Your Bring Me i Guess It's Not A Crime well If It Is Then You're Guilty but Somehow We Will Be Fine
you Are everything To Me the Touch Of Your Hand Is Like A Blind Man that Now Can See the Colour Of Your Eyes the Feel Of Your Lips On Mine it Took Me A Thousand Years to Discover Love Is Fine
everything You Are everything You Feel belongs In A Little Way To Me like A Spinning Wheel