We touched there was temperture
I'm not the same
Now i'm passing through your door
You're the object of of my smile
I'm a life machine
It's a pleasure game
Sentimental sound on sound
You've broken down the system
Time to switch the scene
You're the passion in me
You're the vision i see
A pleasure victim
Some i recognize
Simple figures fill my mind
Bodies always look the same
To the touch there's always you
Never see their eyes
Flaming candles, whispered words
Then your soft embracehow can i erase your
