I could love ya while my heart is crying
like a toddler
looking for his mum in the mountains of endless dying
we could fuck off all the superstitions
all the problems are just visions
just ya and me
left clean and heartless in this mess of coldness
I would never stop kissing these sweet knees
although it was my fatal risk
to let you go
alone
with no miss
with no trust
with no love
your black deep eyes became blue
when I became sure
it was your clue