There is an angel whispering softly in my head
we speak our own language, no one understands
And they tell me to stop harming myself
with love as a pretext
I read the signals I'm sent and I feel at ease with them
Am I losing my mind? Am I regaining it?

I can't help wondering about the rhythms of life
About how revelations always stand out
Because I've never been here - or have I?

What are we going to do with our bodies? That forcE and that drain
I am fighting night and day, to understand the riddle of it
Your love is a riddle to me

I'm being driven by a forcE, my beloved INTP, my love!
Because it hurts but I'm prompted from above
something we gotta do
Angels talk to me,
Michael Glatze, I can feel you
Enlightened, confused, clean, wise, unsure