The afternoon is falling
into your eyes
A car sits in the emptiness and the fog
once again
A rumor underneath the skin
almost unintentional
We are on the way amongst illusions
I want to feel your body approaching towards me
I want to dream of a paradise and not come back
Please do not depend on a road sign
nor the newspapers from yesterday
We are on the way until the end of century
I am not afraid of detours, or bridges
I only desire to continue approaching you, approaching you
I want to find that paradise, I'm getting close, I'm getting close.