It just does not stop (stop, stop),
It never ends.
Like a precious blend of life
wrapped into heavens winds,
like sex and infinite
with every second and minute,
sending love for his missing,
killing, stressing and sinning.
Then it begins. You meet her,
and the first eternal cycle of life seems to occour.
First your vision is blurred,
trying to figure out how to get her peeps jockin
til you eavesdropping listening to her words.
First time "love at first sight"
is relevant in your life.
A glow like an angel on earth.
Her soul was so bright that your nights become days.
One way or another she'll discover your praise,
and someday you'll be lovers,
That's just to say the least.
And if you ever get the guts to speak,
nothing but a couple of feet away from making love complete.
But you love the discreet thoughts that cross in your mind and that's it.
Like an isolated island in the sunshine, is that chick.
Next day, the same shit, same time, same impression you get,
same kinda feeling killing your mind 'cause you're too shy to say shit,
not even "hi", wishing a perceptual state.
So you visit this same place envisioning
the chick as a fix for this.
Silent as a predator,
the prey you stay picturing.
Your souls walk across the ocean,
both talking of emotions
'til your hearts' caught in a moment
of an omen called love,
supposed to last forever.
Awakened by a waiter asking if you have his cheddar
and you realise nothing can be better than having
the pleasure of sitting at the table that she's giggling at.
But never will you ever get at that so you smile
while the world continues and thoughts sink you to the clouds
where Flora Purim
sings of dreams
and you absorb the never ending
feeling that you're living for nothing more than her.