there we sat in a parked car...trying to find the words
you held my hand and whispered
a quote you heard somewhere, was something about dying by my side...
the pleasure would be all mine
you said softly
i want to take you far from here
someplace quiet
where everything is green
and nothing ever goes wrong
and if right now you could take my hand
and join me in a new life
ill be waiting here for you
the road is long and there are no signs to direct you home to me my dear
the pleasure would be all mine
you said softly
you can change your mind
but not your heart
so if you try and fake it again...i'll know
and if we try and make it then we'll grow
old and die in each other's arms
with nothing left unsaid
and it would be as perfect as life would allow
and the pleasure my dear would be all mine
(and the pleasure my dear would be all mine)
and the pleasure my dear would be all mine...all mine...all mine...
well i believe in heads up pennies and four leaf clovers over and over
still i cant see my luck running out right in front of me
you can change your mind
but not your heart
so if you try and fake it again...ill know
and if we try and make it then we'll grow
old and die in each other's arms
whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
