D D. CROW

And again the mystery tells me
The deepness if your eyes
From four winds of motion
I’m collecting seashells of whispers

Bubbles flouting in my mind
Looking for a simple word
To tell a universe of feelings
I’ve about you

Sometimes naked
Sometimes drunk
Sometimes dancing
And always with you

And again I’m drinking from your smile
The secrets of life
From the future I know
I was born for you

Situations turning music all around
Going here, coming there
It’s a festival of colors
Reflecting by your touch

Sometimes naked
Sometimes drunk
Sometimes dancing
And always with you