What would happen |
I dont know how to express |
It doesn't make any sense |
Maybe i'm scared |
This phantasm of falling petals vanishes into moon and flowers... |
In the real world as in dreams, nothing is quite what it seems. |
Life in an unrelenting comedy. Therein lies the tragedy of it. |
&& every night you can make blossom in me flowers of fire |
The cry of my body for completeness... that is a cry for you. |
&& the thrill of not gettin caught... |