I hear music in my soul, everywhere it explodes,
it's like the air gains form, like a musical note,
vibrations where nothing is there.

And I stop to say, words, love,
unspeakable things, just feeling in a way,
that it stings while the mouth sings.

and I lose it in lust, and have this feeling,
like a desire, like a must,
intertwined in bees, and beautiful scenes.

Elevating the snails for the sake of making it,
unbeknownst, breaking it, taking it,
everywhere, like a curse.