Lyric

Young gleam can still make my spirit sway;

Yet your beauty stays, too fragile to decay

I’m foolishly honest; I know there will be nights

When youthful laughter still can draw me to its light

I fall in love again, each stolen night

Not kissing photos from your earlier days—

I want the pulse of you—beating, always

We are the quiet tremor hidden from the crowd

A love so delicate, it dares to speak out loud

They can call it wrong, they can judge from high above—

Call it forbidden, but all it can be is love

All it can be is love

Some nights you’re boyish, daring, sharp and free;

Some nights you’re sweet, perfume breathing into me

Each glance you give me cuts, as soft as skin;

I can’t escape—your danger pulls me in

If they name it sin, let their voices fade;

Truth is in the fever that our hands have made

We are the quiet tremor hidden from the crowd

A love so delicate, it dares to speak out loud

They can call it wrong, they can judge from high above—

Call it forbidden, but all it can be is love

All it can be is love

Still, I may drift toward another’s eyes

Hold me so hard—as if saying goodbye

If I reach for someone’s body, it just shows—

I failed to touch the shadow of your soul that night

In the moment we are only breath; nothing else exists

Teach me your fleeting self—in the press of a kiss

Let secrets travel, skin to skin, with every breath;

Tell only me—love is fragile, but it’s ours to confess

We are the quiet tremor hidden from the crowd

A love so dangerous, only our shadows know

Judge it however—still our hearts keep rising up:

Call it forbidden, but all it can be is love

All it can be is love