Sometimes we talk,
Sometimes we just stay and stare at each other.
And sometimes, sometimes we love our souls.
I think of you,
I fall for you . . .
over and over again.
Sometimes, sometimes I kiss your lips;
It’s an art exhibition of guilty little pleasures,
And my soul, disguised in red serpents,
it’s building a new world . . .
I remember when I first saw you,
I remember when we first made love,
And I remember, oh I remember how much . . .
I love you,
Do you feel it?
I got my emotions playing a ballad down the boulevard,
Somewhere between rivers of music,
and lyrics about goodbyes . . .
my lips talk about love;
they share a secret, the deepest secret of my world,
Disclosure of my love for you.
Let me feel your being,
and let’s dance to the end of galaxies,
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