tell me you want just me
That I´m not just the convenient choice
water when you´d rather have wine
tell me that you only want me
that you want to be mine?
but you cant tell me that
if its not a lie.
I´m your backup plan, not the love of your life

Screaming through out the room
Everyone stands
Punches land with a boom
****** noses and hands
No one moves to help
They film the carnage
blood flows from one girls scalp
Screaming like a dying baby partridge

Tu manges mon cour, le sucre t'attire et je suis diabétique
Mais,  je continuerai à t'aimer jusqu'à ce que
la terre cesse de tourner et que les étoiles tombent de notre ciel  
Je ne peux pas vous oublier Parce que Je ne veux pas.

Je me fonds en Elle
        que même lorsque les grillons cessent de chanter
        je me retrouve toujours allongé
        avec mes myriades de pensées
        à la contempler,

La nuit.

Et Vénus se marie avec mes yeux,
        reflète verte dans mes pupilles
Elle me dit de m’endormir mais,
        j’en suis incapable

Voilà des années que je la regarde sans jamais
        pouvoir la sentir
Et pourtant, elle mourra avec moi,

Shes standing on my studio stage
Standing singing moonage
daydream,
She´s a daydream
In fake sun spotlights \
She´s a sunset
She blinds me with golden beams
I´ve listened to the song
a hundred times over
But it never sounds quite right without her
Cause the sound of her lips
she controls my entirety
my hands, my face, my hips
and she kisses my scars
She´s better than anything I´ve seen
My lady singing moonage daydream.

i obsess over you
you are the sun
in my eyes
I go blind
as you rise
what loathed sweetness,
you are fine silver
of the dagger
in my chest
gleaming whilst I stagger
what a joyous agony!

The trees have kept some lingering sun in their branches,
Veiled like a woman, evoking another time,
The twilight passes, weeping. My fingers climb,
Trembling, provocative, the line of your haunches.

My ingenious fingers wait when they have found
The petal flesh beneath the robe they part.
How curious, complex, the touch, this subtle art–
As the dream of fragrance, the miracle of sound.

I follow slowly the graceful contours of your hips,
The curves of your shoulders, your neck, your unappeased *******.
In your white voluptuousness my desire rests,
Swooning, refusing itself the kisses of your lips.