electric fountain

dancing the two of us in a trance lost inbetween worlds this is a fantasy come true i hear music you are the only instrument in the room i strum i pluck and i listen for every note when i go home i will miss you so it will hurt but its worth the pain and more if i get to keep you let me in and i shall beat upon your skin so softly in rhythm i hear the angels in your breathless whispers a stroke of genius a stroke of luck i'm not sure what it was but there was such a spark