(How Little It Matters) How Little We Know

How little we know
How much to discover
What chemical forces flow
From lover to lover.

How little we understand – what touches of that tingle
That sudden explosion – when two tingles intermingle.

Who cares to define
What chemistry this is
Who cares with your lips on mine
How ignorant bliss is.

So long as you kiss me – (and) the world around us shatters
How little it matters – how little we know
(How little we know, how little we know,…).

Posted in Frank Sinatra.