How violent and fraudulent the look of love can be.

Looking in too your eyes: Calm, drunk and nervous at the same time.

Go to bed, dreaming of seeing that feeling again.
The one thing that keeps the nightmares away.

The freezing pain in the chest makes a constant reminder,
at the same time I’m burning high in a fantasy.

A fantasy right above the most beautiful mirrors to a soul I ever seen.
Crystal clear ocean water with the night in sight.

Come and be close to me again. Be close to me where were we kissed for the first time and where the wind always blows unforgivingly cold.