We take off our armour, take off our makeup
and we lie in bed.

We are defenceless and real.
Real to feel what we really feel.
We are raw,
We have nothing to distract us from ourselves.

What do you think of when you lie there?
Do pass through your thoughts anywhere?
Maybe I have thought of you, not only you,
But you're one of the many pages of my books.

Maybe i think too much and sleep not enough
but i do try to understand why your smile
crosses my mind when my armour's off