We can call it love
you cann call it passion
building storms
shapes and forms
pouring from a heart full of change

People turn to rain
then turn into winter
then there're gone
From now on
have to think abaout a cold kind of future

There was a time
maybe just one or two
when the nicht caught on fire
dancing around the room that touched the sky, so high
There was a place
mabe just one or two
when the queen of desire
taught me a tune that touched the sky, so high.