Words spinning around
I'm now in the labyrinth of my head
reminiscing my first kiss with whom I barely know
in her room half naked
She says nothing, but her thought are as if they're hand in hand to mine
electrocuting every fibre of my body
I feel hazy about the times I spent with her,
yet I vividly remember every words she had spoken
She now speaks bout a little river she used to go with her first love, but when will she tell me the words?
I see now, I see that her fire was put out