Hotly, angrily we disagree
I say it's you, you say it's me
Over and over, we argue and fuss
driving an invisible wedge between us
black clouds of anger hang over our heads
much is needed, but nothing is said
finally, we get ready for bed
But when the lights go out
and we settle under the covers
we realize how empty life would be without each other
Without you to share latenight showers
or surprising me at work with a bouquet of flowers
and me, the way I sometimes surprise you
coming to your job, with a "special" lunch for two
we need each other to fill our lives with faith, love and hope
together we are stronger, as a two-corded rope
Needfully, we reach out and hold each other tight
forgetting the argument of who"s wrong or right
tearful kisses and whispered promises are shared in the night
our love for each other fills our hearts
instinctively, lovemaking starts
whatever problems we had earlier today
our lovmaking seems to wash it all away
Edward Rutherford is prepared to do just about anything to escape an arranged marriage to a woman he despises. But his brilliant plan to feign insanity has some rather unwanted consequences...