Behave without control Without discipline I can’t be patient any longer It’s already been a light year How heavy is the fragrance Of that old memory? That makes your lips quiver And makes you out of breath I’ll run away from you You can behave without control Without even noticing My finger-tips, awaken and stirring Softened with passion How ...
this is a dramatic moment gazing at the horizon thru the window I should ask you to go covering my face I should shed a tear or two you should leave like a gentleman and turn to look back too or, this drama should be destroyed leaving the spectators embarrased… being amenable to somebody getting out of the drama ...
