"I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose, fire away, fire away. Ricochet, you take your aim, fire away, fire away."

When the light slowly pulses along with the swaying trees

And the soft dancing steps of clouds patter by,

When the sun glows warm orange through the windows

And your voice so low lingers in a deep sigh,

Sweet caresses

Under blankets

Cool kisses

In the darkness

I hide behind the growing shadows, shy

Only to long for you in each goodbye.