Cry me a little smile,
Oh just for a little while.
Show me all the things you keep,
Tucked away for only you to see, you selfish girl, you.
Show me what colour your tears,
Fears--mirrors all around you.
Show me the colour of your blood,
When the passion touches you with it's burning fingertips.
Hold me a little while,
Tighter, tighter, just as a child.
Touch me with all the love you hold,
Warm this soul, warm these lips, hurry, faster, before they grow cold.
Embrace me, erase me, from this forgotten plane,
Beside me, become me, and then do it all again.
I love you, you whisper, though my lips make the sound.
I touch your lips with your fingertips,
And I know, you know, one mind, one ideal,
This union, this peace, is the only thing real.