Kissing (Instrumental)

The red light of the sun
slowly descending
The sky is all I see
it's never ending
We could fly you and I
On a cloud
kissing kissing
The wind plays with the leaves
the weather turns colder
But as long as we believe
love doesn't get older
We could fly you and I
On a cloud
kissing kissing
On a journey of the heart
there's so much to see
And when the sky is dark
you'll be right here
right here with me
Right here with me
Kissing
Kissing