Under the light from a dream

Stars like snow

On a sail boat at port

Death and a Queen and a cat

like spots on a cheetahs back

A burning hot July night

 

Come and hold my hand

In there are all my hopes

I have fucked up

and probably will again

Come and hold my hand

In there are all my hopes

 

Your curves

Yeah, it hits me

It's your world, i feel it

Wanted more

Converted

Its your world, i felt it

 

Everybody eventually disappoints

And I'll end up disappointing too

We were one
now we are two.

 

- P . K