The Lovers Songtext

von Emma Shapplin

Never mind being the bait
As long as Ill be your escape
No, I dont mind being your game
As long as Im the only one you gain

Ill may be burn, youre my pleasure
You wont be hurt, youre my treasure
Im the result of your prayers
Insolent, unsolvedO innate raptures

Never mind I may be scared
Along the road we will share
Ill be your obviousness
Ill be your destiny
Hey! Youll be mine?

You are the isle, pleasing exile
I am your land
Centre of all, youre my fortress
Youre my liberty

We may drive that road
We may rule our own world
Ill be your elf, youll be stubborn
Ill fulfill for you, I fear for you
We are lovers

You are my Muse, youre inspiration
Youre absolutely essencial
You are the soul above solitude

You are the clue including all
You are the depth, exquisitness
You are a fine line and the access
To bliss, no less

We may drive that road
We may rule our own world
Ill be your elf, youll be stubborn
Ill fulfill for you, I fear for you
We are lovers

Never mind being the bait
As long as Ill be your escape
No, I dont mind being your game
As long as Im the only one you gain

Ill may be burn, youre my pleasure
You wont be hurt, youre my treasure
Im the result of your prayers
Insolent, unsolvedO innate raptures