I am afraid,
I’ve found in your skin,
the negligence astonished
of the line that moves in the wind.
And it keeps selling tickets,
to nowhere in particular,
but everyone is infected,
of that stupid game circular.
Yell me some words,
and remain calm after all,
it hurts no more in your brain,
little, you’re still in my bed.
Love and life,
had a fight,
last night.
Love had a gun,
life had a chance.
Don’t blame -
said one time,
the bullet was a proof,
how hard was the rain.
My love come home yesterday,
she said I should let her go;
my love left my a message,
she’s begging for my soul.
My love calls me every night,
she says she can’t sleep;
my love spends all her life,
waiting somewhere for me.
My love has shut her mouth,
no tears had dropped down;
my love can’t say goodbye,
she’s buried under the sun.
I won’t touch you, instead, I’ll love you.
That’s what I feel.
There’s no pain, no sorrow. There’s just Love to be given.
No kisses, no dreams. My heart does not seek anyone, just everyone.
Live as the world was the most wonderful place. Because, in fact, it is.
As for me, I’ve found what I truly am: a regular guy.
So being someone that I do care is giving me a piece of my eternal happiness.
Best wishes,
Andreas