SUNDAY BELLS

We will flee upon first flight

Deny the physical world that is right

Turn our ears from the songs that haunt our fantasies

Blind ourselves from the need of ecstasy
 

We will love in chaste, without a single touch

No kisses, only sweet smiles

And embrace ourselves with passing whispers

We shall shroud our hearts in mystery

So our emotions will be nothing but history

We will Ignore the demands of our pounding hearts

Quiet the pleas of desire for satisfaction

And say hello to Sunday Bells

Until the heavens bring forth forever

Only and Only then

Will we be together