I once had someone say to me, “after all you’ve been through with her I would have never believed you would have ever tried to be with her again,” of which I asked, “Is it a crime?” And all I could think of when I was with her was, “Is it a crime that I still want you and I want you to want me too?” Since then I’ve taken other love but it’s never felt like hers. I’ve tasted a kiss but it never was as sweet. I’ve felt other’s passion but it never compared to the feeling I got from her. And others took what I gave but they never could match how natural she made it feel to give and receive. It was not a crime. It was a moment with no match or equal. It was a force of love I could not resist no matter what the circumstances, what anyone thought, or what the outcome might be. A force that could only be a crime when denied. It was a not a crime. And when I showed her my love was wider than Victoria Lake and it dives and it jumps and ripples like the deepest ocean. She did want me back. Just one more time for all time. So it my come as some surprise to some but I still miss her. Tell me, is it a crime?
This may come, this may come as some surprise
But I miss you
I could see through all of your lies
And still I miss you
He takes her love, but it doesn’t feel like mine
He tastes her kiss, her kisses are not wine, they’re not mine
He takes, but surely she can’t give what I’m feeling now
She takes, but surely she doesn’t know how
Is it a crime
Is it a crime
That I still want you
And I want you to want me too
My love is wider, wider than Victoria Lake
My love is taller, taller than the Empire State
It dives and it jumps and it ripples like the deepest ocean
I can’t give you more than that, surely you want me back
Is it a crime
Is it a crime
I still want you
And I want you to want me too
My love is wider than Victoria Lake
Taller than the Empire State
It dives and it jumps
I can’t give you more than that, surely you want me back
Is it a crime
Is it a crime
That I still want you
And I want you to want me too
It dives and it jumps and it ripples like the deepest ocean
I can’t give you more than that, surely you want it back
Tell me, is it a crime