Your eye-lashes they act as cloaks
Your eyes they point skywards
Transmitting mockingbird's call to the skies
With the shudder of your boots
Moon-dust reach the roots of the neighbourhood's favourite tree
Leaves cracks in the wall
You're enclosed and in love
She flutters and mutter your name
Your outspoken loudspeaker shines
Your black hair is pushed back
Any colour or trace of the sun-ray's race
The television's flickering
the frequency you're giving off is a powerful thing
Tell me why does love fly in, fly out
When you're barely looking?
New life has found the island