Scenes From The Passion Songtext

Steamed purple, electric ice. When your eyes meet how will you feel? when she takes off her coat will you steal a glance at her profile? will your fingers be shaking as you take her hand in yours? Knife.

Will coffee house decor serve as a bridge for sentiment years old? but stronger with age. I'm keeping these lines for myself.

Black coffee spells passion in Paris, white says "i miss you", pale like your face 'cus you're so terrified her feelings aren't yours and if this knife is sharp there's a chocolate on each saucer... and your arm creeps around hers.

Being blunt, however. You'll spend your day leaning and laughing towards 'next time', you'll say all of the right things but perhaps you weren't bold enough.

You'll go home and push for a revelation, I wait for news of you and your long lost.