It is time...
Being creative,
Get laid on the bed of art
Get aroused when it comes of matter of love
It is not about lust,
It is about living throug a path of mistery
Guided by the charm of innocence.
It is time for some art,
my art... our love.
It was about come undone
It was about come undone
and get remake in a draw
Get fit toguether in once piece
one picture in one place
one picture in one place
one heart...
it was about time to lick the dry blood
my fingers purple color of waiting
waiting for your shadow to come
Here, sleep on the pillow of my belly
Inspiration comes and kiss my eyes
Wich i open wide...
to watch the world of lies
that arrives when i close my eyes
I wish your words were truth
Such as is wish that my art, was art
Such as i wish that my wisdom, was wisdom
I know, i know nothing but what it is created on my mind.
