He wanted to borrow her light,
For it comforted him in the night.
He wanted to borrow her eyes
To see all the beauty she finds.
He wanted to borrow her lips
Just borrow her taste, just a kiss.
He wanted to borrow her heart
For his was so lost in the dark.
She willingly offered her light,
But she felt quite lost in his night,
And she offered of him her eyes
But it left her vision blind,
She melted her taste in his kiss
And now it’s the taste she does miss.
She gave him her beautiful heart,
But he held it in all of the dark.
She waited for all to return
But the borrowed was taken and burned,
So she lost all her love in his night,
She forgot she was holding the light,
But her eyes have a vision so deep
That her heart has no choice but to keep,
So as she burns her truth in the night,
Her wings start to lift her in flight.
See, she gave but nothing was taken,
She just lost it in all the forsaken,
But the truth of her love never died,
It just gave her the dance of the night.
In the night we give love sacrificed
Till we fall, in the empty of sight
Yet the fall is always to find
A love that is ne’er sacrificed.
Each time our love is taken,
Let it grow, never leave it forsaken,
For love always grows, never dies,
But the night has to be sacrificed.
Tis the contrast of dark with the light
That gives every wing strength to fly.
We make love, dancing colours to life,
Making rainbows; we rain till we shine.