Annick

It wasn't just the music It wasn't just the wine Some other kind of magic Was sending shivers up my spine Then I was falling And I fell for you, and how Darling, are we in trouble now They say we're grown up But we've been searching all this time I wouldn't own up Never would admit to flying blind But in the Darkness We found each other anyhow Darling, are we in trouble now When we'd talk it over Love was a cry from a distant shore Then we found each other