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songwriter
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Early morning sunlight, slipping through the window,
finds us lying in the dark like refugees,
lighting up your shoulder-line
as my fingers travel down your spine;
I feel you sigh with every breath that you breathe.
Two hearts beating in one time,
from either side we cross that line,
to steal a little of the treasure for our own needs…
like a couple of thieves, like a couple of thieves.

Well there are times, I don't deny,
when the chances come, and pass us by
in a silence clearer than the words that we don't speak,
but when the work and the worry of another day
combine to steal our flame away,
don't they bury it in some place so dark and deep…?
like a couple of thieves, like a couple of thieves.

And there are times when I say somethings
I later realise I didn't really mean;
when your back's against the wall it's all too easy to attack.
Don't be afraid it's not a hurricane,
it's just a little cloud, it'll pass again,
and every garden needs a little rain
putting all of the colours back.
Another dollar for another day 'till it feels
there has to be another way,
there's a price we pay that isn't always clear to see,
but if we count our blessings for the things we have;
take care of each other when the times are bad,
I believe our love can bring about its own reprieve
for a couple of thieves, for a couple of thieves.

So let the morning sunlight, slipping through the window,
find us holding on together baby, you and me…
stolen kisses in stolen time, I'll take from yours if you'll
take from mine…
and it's a wonder that we don't get arrested for our deads,
like a couple of thieves, like a couple of thieves,
like a couple of thieves.

© Steve O'Kane