Oh darlin', if I may be so bold
As to ask you for a walk beneath the pale moonlight.
Oh I wouldn"t say that I believe in ghosts,
But a holy shiver has cut my spine in two.
Biting our tongues for so many years,
It"s been quite a few since I held you near.
Oh are words are shaken, Oh are throats are dry.
Slowly, trembling... I kiss your lips,
Brush your cheek, oh my knees are weak.
Do you still love me? Do you still love me?
As to ask you for a walk beneath the pale moonlight.
Oh I wouldn"t say that I believe in ghosts,
But a holy shiver has cut my spine in two.
Biting our tongues for so many years,
It"s been quite a few since I held you near.
Oh are words are shaken, Oh are throats are dry.
Slowly, trembling... I kiss your lips,
Brush your cheek, oh my knees are weak.
Do you still love me? Do you still love me?