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
  Cuz 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