Alfred Hitchcock at the Arthur Schopenhauer Gala Ball

Alfred Hitchcock at the Arthur Schopenhauer Gala Ball
Words and Music by Christopher White

The Prelude to a Kiss,
Is better than any kiss I've ever had.
Compared with the pre-smooch bliss,
Every kiss is kinda sad.
You don't have to be that wise to realize,
That heaven's not when I'm kissing you, but when I'm gazing at your eyes.

The Prelude to a Kiss,
Is better than the consequence.
Leave me in the bliss.
That is eternal suspense.
You don't have to be that smart to know inside your heart,
That when our lips are touching, the only way they can go is apart.

You can hold my head, and kiss me when I'm dead.
Then my whole life will be spent leading up to that event.

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