A flowing rhythm, creates the entire melody.
Inmaculate sensations. Inmaculate water
Please touch the tide, invade it.
Submerge your eyes, in that wild underwater
Be like driftwood, dancing through the waves
barely touching, wondering how it would be.
How does it feels to be right on the edge?
about to fall, about to die?
Loosing, loosing him.
Its alright, just get over the edge
Fly.. Fly with words, kisses, tired eyes.