The Rest Is History

The way your fingers trace a pattern down my spine

The way your eyes dissolve and lock up tight with mine

The sweetness of your skin takes my love and pulls me in

All the memories that begin and end with you then fly back once again

And the rest is not a mystery all things being equal

The best plot is a love story and here comes the sequal

And the rest is history...um hum

The sound your breathing makes when you are satisfied

The shape your body takes when you are by my side

The angle of the light strokes us in the afternoon

The way I hold on tight as if my life depended upon you

And in my way I try to be someone with affection

The future’s not a certainty it’s only a direction

And the rest is history...um hum...baby baby baby baby

um hum...baby baby baby baby

The way your fingers trace a pattern down my spine

The way your eyes dissolve and lock up tight with mine

The angle of the light stokes us in the afternoon

The way I hold on tight as if my life depended upon you

And the rest is not a mystery all things are equal

The best plot is a love story and here comes the sequal

And in my way I try to be something of an equal

The future’s not a certainty but here comes the sequal

And the rest is history ah yeah

And the rest is history um hum

And the rest is history

Um yeah baby baby baby baby

Um...baby baby baby baby