She's The Softest Sound In London

Cant you see the sky is falling?
As these porcelain clouds dismantle
into shards of our affection,
it's raining on our secret scandal.
She keeps a photo in the cover
of her bible, of her lover,
because she talks to God and not her parents.
And, Im so in love with her appearance.

Ooh ooh ooh La La, when she holds my hand
I cant, cant, cant, just cant seem to catch my breath.
Ill fall, fall, fall headfirst into the pavement,
because it feels like all my reason has left,
and I couldnt tell her

Cant you feel the tinge of sickness
as its seeping through your bloodstream?
Youre warm as breath in December,
yet you remain so serene.
I wont be home before I miss you;
because youre in my thoughts like a plague,
a drug to my every function.
Honey, youre a state of grace.

And I dont know why I would doubt you;
nothing feels the same without you.