Now, I feel like a candle on the road
A thousand whispers collected in my throat
Completed puzzle of a purple boat
Birds and goats are welcome to board
But not you…
Do not tell me what to do; this path is just for two.
Both shadows melting like volcanoes
Clear lips speaking,
Clear minds exchanging
Do not tell me what to do; this path is just for two.
Don’t you see it?
You must be blind…
To not realize that our silence has paralyzed
Every bone to the point that I was soar
Do not tell me what to do
In my purple boat there is just space for two.