Kissing (The Bliss)

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, kissing Kissing, kissing A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart Kissing A journey of the heart A journey of the heart Kissing A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart A journey of the heart