Musica Ricercata, II - Mesto, rigido e cerimoniale

I gave you My hand and you You told me That you'd never let it go So I said You're the one I want to make a home with And maybe one day ill bear your children And maybe we'll have a son and daughter And we'll name after us. And I'm kissing you. You gave me Your word and said you loved me And that you'll never let me go So I said If we find that the world ends tomorrow I would be content knowing that your lips Were the last that I touched with my own And I'm kissing you.