lectricity - when he touched her hand
Must be the static in the air
Symphony - when they sit and talk
Maybe a radio on somewhere

ensuality - he holds her to him
Maybe just the candlelight
The chemistry throws them to the ground
She says it's the alcohol

Unspoken

t makes the Angels weep
They watch him gently touch her face
And she looked into his eyes
So the world fell into place

t's wonderful to feel it
It's sad not to know it
It's hard to analyse it
She can't seem to say it

Unspoken