Mark King - Take My Hand
Ornamental words can’t describe the bliss
That openness produces
Now the flaming heart and the burning kiss
No longer need excuses
Take my hand
I am here for you
All is well; we’ve broken the spell
Take my hand
I’ll be there for you
All is well; we’ve broken the spell
Every little time that we compromise
I lose myself in some way
And I know the fate of the man who lies
They shoot horses don’t they?
Now I’m more aware of the big design
My love for you increases
Cause I never knew just where to draw the line
Till I saw you in pieces
If you want to know why I tell you this
I no longer need excuses
For the flaming heart and the burning kiss
As destiny seduces
Take my hand
I am here for you
All is well; we’ve broken the spell
Take my hand
I’ll be there for you
All is well; we’ve broken the spell