Thought, be Cool
Much loved, Not much lover
And then I meet you
Earth goes round
I hear my songs
Play my games. We play
I am thinking
I manipulate
But it is said!
It had to be
Weather turns
And it gets hot
I like hot
Heat melts
And it is believed!
Belief breathes
And it is tattooed
Fuck
I love the design
I show off
I put lemon on it
You go away
To lalaland
Get fantastic
Only pretty people allowed
So I can’t come
We talk on the phone
You never tell
Even when you’re back
Never take off your shirt
I don’t put my hand inside
By now I am nudist
The guy who parades naked for all to see
You give me some songs
I give you me
Weather turns
Pours acid
Eyjafjallajokull bars visibility
Logistics clash
But I put lemon on it
You don’t
Just stand in the rain
Despite me distressing
The tattoo will wear off
You look beautiful
I still whine
Cling
Become a girl
Even that doesn’t do it
So I listen to your songs
Hoping
Even you don’t wanna miss a thing
It turns out
You just wanna let it be
Serves me right
