Out of sight of the rest of the world,
you and I,we, in the little corner of it.
A shaded hollow in the mist of afflunence
We refer to our souls for this darkroom morality.

How beautiful,how graceful are these stolen moments together,
when you and I,we can pretend we are quite alone in this world.

We matter most of all --to us at least-- when we form a unit its most important of all.

I can still taste you join by the knowledge that i have you, you have me.
No more concern.
No need to be afraid.
Nothing matters more in the world then you and I.