Michael Franks The Kiss
Another tear has cone and gone
Who cares if Time gives its a licking
If, like that famous wristwatch,
We just keep on ticking?
If you'll forgive me this cliche
You are rite gift that keeps on giving
lo coin a phrase its true
You make my life worth living
At eleven fifth-seven
Our embrace stops lime and Space
My arms will nor release sun
Till next year
Love. let me lose myself in you
Until we can't tell who is who
The dialogue of bliss
Begins each rime we kiss
No matter where this journey ends
As long as I have you beside me
I know I'll carry all my happiness
Inside me
if you'll forgive me this cliche
You are the gift that keeps on giving
Two coin a phrase it's true
You make my life worth living
