This Is It
The TV's gone and the radio's on.
Noise is echoing in my room all night long.
The dawn has come, still I'm awake
And memories of you I couldn't fake.
Every moment I have is a sound of silence
Like an ultimo-psycho-electro experience.
Nothing I recall but the face you have.
Now I'm thinking, this must be love.
Must get up and walk away from my bed.
Maybe my brain slowly losses its thread.
Seems all my loneliness slipped and gone.
Is this true? This might be wrong.
Still I'm drowning in my own tears,
A glipse of you casts aways my fears.
Wish the angels will bring my prayers above.
Now be my man, my husband for this is love.
