We touched there was temperture

i'm not the same

now i'm passing through your door

it's a pleasure game



you're the object of of my smile

i'm a life machine

sentimental sound on sound

time to switch the scene



you're the passion in me

you've broken down the system

you're the vision i see

a pleasure victim



simple figures fill my mind

some i recognize

bodies always look the same

never see their eyes



to the touch there's always you

how can i erase your

flaming candles, whispered words

then your soft embrace