I'll put my hands above your heart and if I could decide when to call your name again,
Then it would be on a midnight hour.
Knot myself in your veins,
because you are purer than I ever could be.
Wished you were here,
but I know you're everywhere, sometimes over seasons, could you walk with me hand in hand like I would be little again, to our favourite memories,
Like the sea that shine more blueish and green.
That you're not here is just a little hurting spark, turning more into you without the power of wisdom because I was running from an extreme to another.
From the mountain to the air,
walking through the Sahara,
Put more than once my hands in the fire,
Went from a priest to a lier,
Was so naive to think everything has an end,
did it all just to feel near you, to be you.
