He stands behind a cloud of smoke
I crave to see him clearly
He knows I do . .
With a look he paralyzes the time
and the hour freezes at nine
In my mind all I want to do is to take him in my pocket
and make him mine
I know he wants that too . .
There are no stars on a black sky
but I can see them all shine
something in the moment . .
the world it seemed alright
something in the instant
created by some master plan
a brush of his arm
is a rush that arrives just as calm
There is no ocean ahead
but I can taste the sea inside my head
He wants to hold my hand
at least he seems to want to . .
Just like a boy and a girl
playing with their toys
running into something not even God would know . .
I never know
and I don't think he knows
where we're headed to ..
all I know is that it's 11pm in my clock
there is no sand
but we appear to be stuck ..
Our feet won't seem to move
our breath seems out of air
I kiss him on the cheek and
he does the same
We stand behind a cloud of fog
a smile of his can make you feel your ground just rocked
I know this is just enough for me tonight
enough to forgive the world
i thought left me behind
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