With steady hands and shaking hearts
We act this out at a work of art.
Confidence, bravado, it's all the same
As real as the emotions in this beautiful game

We are intentioned, yet still unsure
As we lay in the scope of our allure
Roaming empty streets, side by side
We make this silent town seem so alive.

We can build up in the night
What we destroyed in the day
With an eloquence befitting
Every word we proclaim

With every second hand tick of the clock
Our hearts slowly begin to unlock
Lingering on patient door steps, waiting.
For precious moments we meet, elating.

With quiet heads and screaming hearts
This has become a work of art.
Brilliant, radiant, every word is true
As we both intend to see this through.