My foolish heart

The snow is slowly floating down, the street is in complete silent, all the roofs are covered by a gentle white wash.

Inside a 19th century art-and-craft-home, I sit in front of the fireplace, smelling the the burning wood, bathed with a beautiful song, holding a hot-chocolate-with-melted-marshmallow in hand, my heart is filled with your touch - the one I have dearly loved, and still love...

I don't care what you say about me, this is what I would want to do on Silent Night.



The night is like a lovely tune
beware my foolish heart
How white the ever constant moon
take care, my foolish heart
There's a line between love and fascination
That's hard to see on an evening such as this
For they give the very same sensation
When you are lost in the passion of a kiss
Your lips are much too close to mine
beware my foolish heart
But should our eager lips combine
then let the fire start
For this time it isn't fascination
or a dream that will fade and fall apart
It's love this time
it's love, my foolish heart