Everyone that I know is a stranger
but strangers are the same, I'd say.
we crave for the warmth from another skin
just in the same way.
When it is raining outside
and your bed is blistering cold
I'll be there next to you, you see.
But all I ask for, my dear stranger,
don't fall in love with me.
You can dig your nails
in my soft, plump skin
and ask about my scars but I won't tell.
No sweetheart, you'd know me too well.
I will give you my all
and if you crave for even more,
I swear I will fetch you the sea.
And you can make me foolish promises
but just don't fall in love with me.
We live in this world with the
lust of power.
Or is it the power of lust to watch out for?
Does it make sense to you or
does it even matter?
It's just superstition and folklore.
Come with me, sweet stranger.
Do you understand by now
that I only exist in your reverie?
At the cold break of dawn,
in thin air I'll be gone.
So, don't fall in love with me.