Paroles:
Fernando Marcos

At the birth of the day As a babe of the spray Like a white star, tangled and far, Tulip that's what you are. Warm and wise as a mute In the thunderbolt

I drive I get in my car and I go Oh oh, now I'm on the freeway Some people tell me I should slow down But everytime I try I just lose it Feels like

Take a look inside your heart, What do you see is it you and me Write a book of words apart, that I couldn't speak so out of reach When I touch you here