You Are My Passion

Forgiven in fortunate rescue, babe I'm held by your noose of love. I hit the faithless road, giving you reasons to play again at the beginning. Start over's are for "Game Over's", time to heal for wounds to seal I hear calling. Ring, Ring I call you through my can, into your can can you hear my plea.

Girl I give you my heart, not a shopping cart, nor the poor love of a dripping faucet. I can hear my echo on the walls, my room my artistic stalls, your name all over in heroic, passion vows. A heart beat I can miss, when I give out the true wish, of me next to you in a kiss like a fish. See the story goes as this: Love has never been my passion, You have been with your fashion, your eyes of devasting, good, pure ration.