damaged people

we're damaged people, drawn together, by subtleties that we are not aware of, disturbed souls, playing out forever, these games that we once thought we would be scared of, when you're in my arms, the world makes sense, there is no pretense, and you're crying, when you're by my side, there is no defense, i forget to sense, i'm dying, we're damaged people, praying for something, that doesn't come from somewhere deep inside us, depraved souls, trusting in the one thing, the one thing that this life has not denied us, when i feel the warmth, of your very soul, i forget i'm cold, and crying, when your lips touch mine, and i lose control, i forget i'm old, and dying