He took her in his arms, held her tight
And told her she saved his life
It might have been the start  of a fine romance
Except she was my wife

She needed to be told she never would grow old
And he'd love her like I never could
As soon as she believed  he always would
He turned his back on her for good

Some kisses feed a hunger
Some kisses mean, I love you
But no lips that long for love can tell
The difference between the two

The difference between the two is only
The distance between heaven and hell
But when your eyes go blind with love
There's no way you can tell the difference

The leaves flew from the trees on autumn breezes
The winter wind chilled the air
No sooner than it seemed  too much to bear
I saw her standing there

Her heart was in her hand, suitcase at her feet
Her smiled opened up the door
Even though I tried  to turn away
I took her in my arms once more

Some kisses feed a hunger
Some kisses mean, I love you
But no lips that long for love can tell
The difference between the two
No lips that long for love can tell
The difference between the two
No lips that long for love can tell
The difference between the two

Words © Copyright 2001, 2015, 2025 Peter Lloyd
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Difference Between the Two

I'm a genre-blending songwriter, worship leader, and spiritual storyteller. My sound doesn’t fit inside a typical Christian or Gospel box—it’s rooted in clarity, truth, and lived experience. I write music that’s raw, educational, and anchored in Scripture, often shaped by the emotional highs and lows of walking through this world with Jesus by my side.
Yes, I’ve written songs as I'm learning to surrendering fully to Him—and no, I’m not perfect now. I’m human, growing in His ways daily. But I won’t write anything that opens doors to darkness. Every lyric is intentional. Every track is a reflection of the healing, insight, and truth I’ve found—and want others to find too.
I'm a nurse by day, and helping people has always been at my core. Music is simply another way I do that now—through truth, through grace, through sound.

Songwriter since 1966. Can't believe I still have to write protest songs. Prefer writing love songs and songs of praise for stand-up women and men, parodies, lyrical nonsense, blues and adaptations.