• You want a sign?
    I hope it's me you want it from.
    Because my spirits are high.
    I'm happy and I've realized that.
    You put a smile on my face.
    I float on golden air.
    No more solemn ryhthms.
    No more melancholic tunes.
    Just you and me baby.
    Now I rock.
    Now I roll.
    Float on tunes; happy ones.
    Just me and you baby.
    People will stare;
    I mean, we are a definition.
    Not on paper.
    Not on a screen.
    Nope.
    We are the definition
    thought up by some crazy
    yet beautiful and true poet.
    That poet rode those same notes.
    That's his story.
    This is our's; and it's beautiful.
    Smiles are created;
    they never fade.
    Just like our's never will.
    My heart should be the sign.
    That sign you wanted...
    I'll do anything to give it to you, too;
    Yes, I will.
    You want it wrapped in a bow...
    I'll give you millions.
    If you want it set in stone:
    I'll carve it in Mount Everest.
    How about framed?
    I'll make the glass.
    Which brings us to the biggest one of all.
    No matter how many cuts
    I get from that glass...
    It will never change what I hold
    in my heart for you.
    That sign that began to grow
    from the very start...
    and only die at the very end.
    I hope I'm your sign.
    But I know that you are mine.
    Forever and ever...
    the definition of love.