Matching Lives - Diary of Dreams

Yes i find rest when i feel your breath

Cleaning my dirty pores

When i sense the wind in my hair

I find rest when my eyes swallow beauty

When my body — gently disappears — in the sea of life

Oh what a pleasure

Oh what an honor

To be here, to feel, to regret

Too scared to say a word

Our worlds have always collided

Our worlds have never been one

Will you drown with me, out there …

In the deserted sea?

Would you walk with me till the end of time

And see with me what no-one (else) has seen?

Please don’t look at me like that

It feels like you’re killing me

Please don’t touch my skin like that

As if you’re not here with me