Drips of Gold ANTIDOPE Love is Close Let's pillow talk.
You think to much I don't think enough Your hands are soft My Love is tough.
You keep me captured But your hands are free And when you fell asleep I fell so deep.
I stroked your hair, It's my disease My tears to a walk On this pillow talk.
In a maze cause I was amazed That you didn't move and yet My butterflies flying my heart always racing.. No need for words I hope my actions always say it