I found love 
as I traipsed across metropolis
with my crystal chalice overflowing
and my skin a'glowing
my heart fell open
just for a moment.

Here he comes
and here he comes
and here he comes
into your arms.

I need not to have loved
to be certain of a final curtain
for they closed before me
while I was performing.
The applause was seldom
and I was not welcome
to fall again
to fall again
to fall again

into your arms.

I found love
but I am not sure of its location.
An unnamed station.


Into Your Arms

Sound and Music Artist. Online sketchbook

williamdoyle