A Thousand Kisses

I can see the sunrise, in a mirror I'd watch you walk by and I followed through shadows of darkness. I roam through the darkness of your gaze; you're missing my hands as you search my eyes. Won't you lean closer? I've got a secret to spill so sweetly. You know you should never speak to strangers, not when you're done up so pretty. The sight was just too tempting and now I've spilled something beautiful. And before you knew I was whispering crimson in your ear, 'it's dangerous to lend something so sweet to just a stranger in a parkway.' And the pretentious look in your eye filled more than just the missing person ad in the morning's paper. It sealed your fate in a thousand kisses.