i m back for you

Those pale hands reachin out for me...
those eyes waiting to be free...
where its only us and noone else..
no sound of music nor of temple bells...

I m here o my sweet darling baby..
stop cryin, its time to be merry!

Someone knocking on the wooden door...
but we care not abt sky, roof or floor...
in our own world we must live to love,
you are mine is a message frm above...

I m here o my sweet darling baby..
stop cryin, its time to be merry!

My mighty chest you can rest on..
in my sweet arms you can find peace..
through my lips, you can get turned on...
lie with me to let all worries cease

I m here o my sweet darling baby..
stop cryin, its time to be merry!