You make me see in colours that couldn’t exist, if it wasn’t for you. You make me feel in ways that I can’t resist, because it’s coming from you.
It’s you and the hills and the lakes and Indian brook and the Grey Bruce straights.
It’s the look that you give me and everything goes numb, silent and safe.

It’s the way that you shake in your skin when I touch you; it’s the way that you’ve let me in.
It’s the way that you’ll grow your beard for me even though I know it’s a bothersome thing.
It’s the way that we laugh when we shouldn’t and that’s all I have to say about that.
It’s the way you amaze me every day and I pray to who ever that we’ll stay.

It’s the moonlit kisses and the shooting star skies, the burning fires and the midnight drives.
It’s the fast embraces and terrible goodbyes.
It’s the passion that we have that we know no one else can match.
It’s growing up with massive dignity and never looking back.