I was dressed in smokey clothes
So beautiful
Even if in disguise
We looked smart as we traveled
About the sun
Raidiation something other than the songs we sing in dreams
Some things are transparent in youth
Come up to me soon
I'm in the upstairs room
It's cold I feel scared I'm listening to you down there my eyes are closed but open
Keys hit the door and I'm afraid of the feeling in myself so I run but I'm running from the wrong place come back to my arms to my embrace one more taste on this tasty night of love