She says his oppressive demeanor
stems from their uncommon love.
Only his clutch can redeem her
of a past he wasn't part of.
It's the language he purrs
that leaves her wanting more;
despite the pain that occurs
when he starts to feel ignored.
But who needs inner peace,
or notions of their own?
Who needs dreams when there's a guarantee
of this uncommon love?
He tells her she's his only motive
for welcoming another hour.
His passion then turns explosive
and her composure is devoured.
She thinks that no one has cared
or loved her quite this strong.
Although she's fully aware
of the threat that waits beyond.
But who needs inner peace,
or notions of their own?
Who needs dreams when there's a guarantee
of this uncommon love.
It's the way he is
after the storm resigns.
All the tear-spewed promises,
so fragile and benign.
Who needs self esteem,
or notions of their own?
Who needs dreams when there's a guarantee
of this uncommon love
Who needs dreams when there's a guarantee
of this uncommon, uncommon
Who needs dreams when there's a guarantee
of this uncommon love.
