In this language
We speak no words
That don't hurt
A hurt in
Pleasure
Or pain
The hurt to the soul
Or the body
Is a sign of something
We called love
Or hate
Or that area in between
Them both
In the moment that I love you
In the heart, I have beating for you
The pleasure
Is more than I can stand
But in the moment I hate you
My soul longs for another
Something easier
You are something I cannot love
In the language
Where no words
Live
Where it is body to body
Soul to heart
We remind ourselves that
The road of love so true
Is never easy
It's a battle
And the reward
Is the passion
And desire
That burns the soul