He's no choirboy
and i'm no real angel
but we hear the harps of heaven
all the way down here
and thought the timing might be wrong
we find each other home alone
to every stolen moment we can get
it's hard sometimes
but with love it could be easy
cause the two of us together
work like a charm
and though it's *??????????*
we blow ourselves away
in every stolen moment we will go
steal a glass
fill it with hope
and feel our bodies uncurl
cause we know how our love could be
struck by the thought
there might be a chance
we watch our fears get bolder
borrow a touch
borrow a kiss
while time slips like water through our fingertips
and while we wait for what's to come
we take all we can and run
from every stolen moment
we take every stolen moment we can get