Bye bye to sweet untamed sorrow. Clean sheets, warm hands that carries me across life.
Clear sky and endless waves. True love, perhaps, wet kisses and sweet lovemaking. True and forever true of that witch is me. Never again is the sands of time not mine, but mine and no more restless hours. True is what lips can speak not eyes that promise nore nods that maby saves. But the magic of doing, the magic of action, the magic of me and beeing turnd into somebody loved.