Between Each Word
When the sun stops,
and rain isn't loud enoguh
to wet out my sadness
I hope, at least, to have you.
If I forget to love you
and my voice isn't loud enogh
to talk to your sorrow
what good is it that you're left?
If life goes away
between every word
if kissing you is not enogh to be happy
what good is it that you're here?
Even if the sun stops
and rain is not enough
to wet out my sadness,
you are here.
If my voice is not loud enough,
I hope love never forgets,
the way to your mouth and to your soul.
Let life go away between every word,
I don't care,
kissing you is enough for me,
to be happy, to be happy.