The Magic Of Our First Love Is Our Ignorance That It Can Ever End

I'm living on love,
even though the door is locked,
I'm waiting outside,
hoping I'll find the key,

I'm living on love,
even though I'm out in the cold,
for I know that somehow,
we will be OK.

Through all the pain,
doesn't matter anyway,
cos we are one,
and we're not done,
I'm sure of that,
and I will find,
some sort of will,
for us to carry on,
for I know not,
life without you.

The magic of our first love is our ignorance that it can ever end. -- Benjamin Disraeli