Calm down, baby, down, down and come.
I know nothing about the lines on your palm
Neither about your life, nor your love, not your mind
Does it mean that nothing is between or that nothing was behind?
I know nothing about … but what shall I know?
Slow down, baby, down, down and slow
At least what I know, when your palm is covering mine,
Each line on my palm is being covered by your line.