You and I
Have no need for a name
No need for a singular truth
No need for these trivial things
Our needs are both one and the same
And that's why we cry
I hunger for your wonderful games
The play and the pull of your eyes
You and I
Have our own little thing
A secret language we share
A silent song that we sing
A love poem that's tapped out in code
So no one can tell
I hunger for your wonderful games
The play and the pull of your spell
You and I
Are not what we seem
Unbound from any sense of ourselves
The soft melancholy of dreams
We both want to come in from the cold
In each others arms
I hunger for your wonderful games
The play and the pull of your charms