This night I want to be in your arms,
Oh dear, don't say no.
This night, let my head find a rest
On your warm, heaving chest.
I would die in your arms, O love,
But for the songs I still hope to sing with you;
I would walk to the last road on Earth holding your hands,
But for the paths I could still traverse with you.
There's nothing so assuring
As the grip of your palm,
And nothing more endearing
Than a warm squeeze of your fingers.
Let me sleep in the hug of your arms,
Let me dream once more of your kiss,
Let me find my rebirth;
Let me find my home.
Oh dear, don't say no.
This night, let my head find a rest
On your warm, heaving chest.
I would die in your arms, O love,
But for the songs I still hope to sing with you;
I would walk to the last road on Earth holding your hands,
But for the paths I could still traverse with you.
There's nothing so assuring
As the grip of your palm,
And nothing more endearing
Than a warm squeeze of your fingers.
Let me sleep in the hug of your arms,
Let me dream once more of your kiss,
Let me find my rebirth;
Let me find my home.
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