When - if ever - I'll touch your face,
my heart will shiver,
too much grace in the way your hair feels,
or maybe it'll break me,
how a kiss might taste,
or how naked I am - mirrored in your eyes.
It doesn't matter;
it's like a delirium,
burning up my heart, my soul, the me I am.
I want to know you,
draw every inch of your skin, your soul, the you you are.
I can't escape, my heart just clings to you,
I'm lost, there is no hope - you are my lost way home.
28022016
Ins tosende Meer
will ich mich werfen,
Dir meine Flügel
ausbreiten,
und wie ein Vogel
Deinen Namen
dem Wind zurufen,
bis mein brennende