Vanilla scented sky   the candlelight can only show so much   we can let our hands see what our eyes can't      You breathe softly   And move in slow motion   We keep a firm grip on this moment   'cause it will never last as long   as we want it to      So let's make the best of a great situation   I think I'll start at your ears   Work my way down to your neck   Roll over your collarbone   End up at your chest      Hipbones are calling my name   Only I can hear their plea   Serve as handles for the night   Skin like silk becomes slippery      Let's make the best of a great situation      Like every good story here must be an end   It's the only way we can relive this again      So let it go and wave goodbye      Happiness is a handful of days away   It's easier to count the days than hours We learned that the hard way      The number is lesser in value   And easier to swallow      Thanks to Rick vanravenhorst (van@ripnet.com) for these lyrics