Allow me to hold your breath for just a moment
whilst I kiss on your neck
longing for replacing it something mellow.

Where are the songs of You?
dare to look into me
To bend the fruitiness over,
drip all over me
Why are you so bright?
Where all those juicy vines is for?
What do i breathe for?

How a soul hold so much;
Sentiment controls little talks
triggered not to impress myself
Will it last or
Hurt, dashing out.

One
Of those nights, when the Sun lifts her up
The City is revolting
over her, and this Knight is so young
That sees through my eyes.

Braid your soft hair and marks on your torso.
Racing my heart on vacant this long,
querying on your presence at the right time again, again,
and over again

The explosions
for those of who let you go

Lay with me, the cuckoo's calling