No, tonight we aren’t counting tears
Sad times are gone, sleeping locked in someone else’s heart
Tonight we add up how many times a soul can whisper to another
The most perfect “I do”

There is no hurry growing inside, no begging and no waiting
As time, my lonely father, went the other way searching for what it lacks…

My cells are making love to yours as every kiss makes a half love the other…
Getting to be one is such a beautiful progression defying all rational debate

Tonight we stopped counting all the time for all the things
We used to be before we got each other…
I just forgot the past as your kiss made me Eve.