If there were two of this earth in the universe
I would take off on a ship, run away
Then all I'd have to do is weep about having lost you forever
Even when barbed wire tore into our flesh
Our desire scorched the summer sun
We are already guilty by having met each other
Your scent, your body, your voice - Why...
Your gestures, your warmth
Are they mine when I reach out for them?
How many times must we lie before we can descend into hell
Love is already guilty when we love enough to want to kill
Your scent, your body, your voice - Why...
Your gestures, your warmth, your hair - Why...
Your sighs, your face
Are they mine when I reach out for them?