2006/08/21

Αλλά ο καιρός κουβέντας με σύμβολα, με λέξεις,

μπορεί να παρομοιαστεί με βουτηχτή βαθιών νερών που κολυμπά με αδιάβροχο


Any time I need to see your face I just close my eyes
And I am taken to a place where your crystal mind
And magenta feelings take up shelter in the base of my spine
Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola

I don't need to try and explain, I just hold on tight
And if it happens again I might move so slightly
To the arms and the lips and the face of the human cannonball
That I need to, I want to

Come stand a little bit closer
Breath in and get a bit higher
You'll never know what hit you
When I get to you

Ooh, I want you
I don't know if I need you
But, ooh, I'd die to find out

I'm the kind of person who endorses a deep commitment
Getting comfy, getting perfect, is what I live for
But a look, then a smell of perfume, it's like I'm down on the floor
And I don't know what I'm in for

Conversation has a time and place
In the interaction of a lover and a mate
But the time of talking, using symbols, using words
Can be likened to a deep sea diver who is swimming with a raincoat

So can we find out?

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