I sometimes cannot see the line

Between the bubbles in the wine

Where you begin and where I end

Where what is real and what’s pretend

I look out from behind your eyes

And cannot tell the truth from lies

As memories I do not own

Like pictures carved in ancient stone

Come back to life inside of you

Yet seem to live inside me too

I disappear inside your skin

And feel the longing deep within

Yet not sure who it is that yearns

We step aside and each take turns

On pointed toes in pale moonlight

We pirouette throughout the night

Like shooting stars that never end

I make a wish it’s not pretend