Fragile Little Thing - Veljanov

Love is a fragile little thing

In your arms I feel like a splendid king

Your hand in mine it’s perfectly

Well behaved to squeeze it secretly

Bring me to the house of our love

Lay me down on the floor of the wooden porch

Make love to me on those broken tiles

Make me see for miles and miles

And all the things you bring to light

Even to the blackest hole that might

Be my heart, you made it shine

Made it shine just like our sun

Love is a fragile little thing

In your arms I feel like a splendid king

There may be an outside world as well

As far as I’m concerned

It can all go to… hell