Take My Hand

Ornamental words can't describe the bliss That openness produces Now the flaming heart and the burning kiss No longer need excuses Take my hand I am here for you All is well; we've broken the spell Take my hand I'll be there for you All is well; we've broken the spell Every little time that we compromise I lose myself in some way And I know the fate of the man who lies They shoot horses don't they? Now I'm more aware of the big design My love for you increases