I love you like a chocolate cake, like the trains
like the sea, see me loving you please
I love you like I love my plastic boat to fall on the sea
see I'm your silly see I'm your sea
sea I'm your silly but I love you.
Other dream here :
Oh my baby my little one How romantic it could be To climb the sky Walkin'on a stair of stars, that shining blue And build a hamac of clouds between the south and the north of the halfmoon And fuck in 'it again and again I hang my head like a snowflake-man in a burning sun Because I'm my own ghost I'm really dead, this time I'm dead like the corpse in their mother fucking graves How romantic it could be to climb the sky in a hamac made of clouds A hamac made of clouds my little one...