Living here, chained ... in between two lives,
searching for places where passion survives.
Consistent in the failure of this unions high expectations,
loves illusion fades with disappointing revelations.
Reality recognizes the most honest reasons ...
as promises made ... pass like the changing of seasons.
Accidental acquaintances give comfort and satisfy,
exchanging emptiness for a contented alibi.
Seeking moments of much needed distraction,
longing evokes intense physical reaction.
Need and desire cross boundaries ... cross lines,
the pleasures we seek to ease pain's confines.
Is a sin of thought, a sin in your mind,
when is adultery of thought conceived and defined.
Can a broken heart make a true separation ...
between commitments made and aching desperation.
Love's vows shouldn't be a life sentence or conviction...
nor should it place passion and desire on restriction.
What becomes of those marital bonds--
when neglect makes a heart eventually wander beyond.
What denies the promise of to have and to hold...
until death do us part, together we grow old.
Wise men say love is blind, and this now holds true,
your heart still unable to see ... the way I need you.
Living here chained, in between two lives...
searching for the place where this love survives.
and you can say baby...
baby can I hold you tonight
maybe if told you the right words...
at the right time,
you'd be mine...
baby can I hold you tonight...