Proxima The Seeds Of Hope
Look out time shrivels
Fieriness of lovers
Habits are yellowing
Newspapers of our souls
Heart dries
And later it shrinks
‘til it becomes
Hard as a stone
I can see it all
Would like to take you
To this place where love stands
Far from rain and cold
We would cry so high together
I know you could fly me to the moon
Beyond words we ‘d keep the warmth forever
For you I would write much better tunes
(I won’t forget the way you kiss sweet angel)
You wouldn’t be
Just another girlfriend
But the angel
Of our wonderland
And I would kiss you (again)
Tired but happy
Sowing the seeds of hope
Into your sweet belly
We would cry so high together
I know you could fly me to the moon
Beyond words we ‘d keep the warmth forever
For you I would write much better tunes
We would …
(remember ? … Paris ?)
