You're a song written by the hands of God, don't get me wrong cause this might sound to you a bit odd, but you own the place where all my thoughts go hiding, and right under your clothes is where I find them, underneath your clothes there's an endless story, there's the man I chose there's my territory,and all the things I deserve for being such a good girl honey, because of you I forgot the smart ways to lie, because of you I'm running out of reasons to cry, when the friends are gone, when the party's over, we will still belong to each other, I love you more than all that's on the planet, movin' talkin' walkin' breathing, you know it's true baby it's so funny you almost don't believe it, as every voice is hanging from the silence lamps are hanging from the celing, like a lady to her good manners I'm tied up to this feeling