gazing at my half-done cigarret
...and the scald on my finger...
a wave of silence
and a subtle lighting
sitting like a pliable and tractable girl
who is evolved from savagary
and after a long time ..at last can listen to a superb song
..
Ring my bell, ring my bells..
You try to hide it
I know you do
When are you ready? Need up come and get to
You move me closer
I feel you breathe
It's like the rose disappears when you around me oh
Coz the way that we touch is something that we can't deny oh yeah
And the way that you move oh you make me feel alive so
Come on
heart beating gets faster when he sings "ring my bel ring my bell.
and dont know why trying to keep my eyes open..might be because of the magic of the music,,,
the cigarret..is nothing now.
It smoked me..not me
ring my bell ring my bells......