A carefree smile, joyous laugh, orange-tinged sunset
A magnificent Manhattan skyline
Lite songs on the radio
Your head on my shoulder, your hand in mine
Your skin, pillow-soft, firm and silk-smooth 
Delighting my fingertips
The raging passion and honey-tinged flavor emanating 
From your lips
I live for moments and events like these
I'm a collector, 
I collect memories

The first time ever, that we met
That unforgettable moment in time
Put my heart on my sleeve and snatched you from another
The elusive perfect crime
The way you love with abandon, the way you care
The way you sometimes breakdown and cry
The magic in your arms, that almost always makes me high
Rare and special are occasions like these
I'm a collector, 
I collect memories

Sunshine bouncing off your hair
Not a cloud in the sky
Not a raindrop anywhere
Still morning, ten past eleven
Ducks on the Pond
A view from here to heaven
Just us lovers, the birds and the bees
Your scent on a soft summer breeze
I'm the collector, 
Babe,
I collect your...

Memories