She said you know you do everything right
And he said I don’t even know what I’m doing
And he said making love to you is just west of paradise
And it’s over on heaven’s right….

Some might say there’s something wrong with this,
but closing your heart is like making a fist..
There’s something about it they can’t resist….
An open hand is just what this is….

He could have closed the door
with a click or with a slam
and she could have soldiered on
as smiles got slowly damned

and he leapt out of the quicksand
as he grabbed that stick she pushed in
the grit and grime pouring out his mouth
he held tight and she pulled him out

souls saved
hearts thawed
eyes open
again

she dropped to her knees
and pulled that kerchief out
wiped that muck from his face
in turn cleaning off doubt

and he got his dirt on her
as she kissed him unbelievably hard
he had never tossed caution the wind
and she never wished upon a star

they ran together
with pasts pulling at their heels
it slowed them down
but didn’t change the way they feel

flying together through plate glass
cuts and bruises on the way through
no one said it’d be easy, and it wasn’t
she didn’t give up, though she had the choice to

and they landed on their sides
in and amongst shards
lying together was easy
getting up was hard

and they’re still doing it….

She said you know you do everything right
And he said I don’t even know what I’m doing
And she said making love to you is just west of paradise
And he said it’s over on heaven’s right….