Vanilla scented sky the candlelight can only show so much So 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