Your signals confuse me from my head to my toes
But, within me, I'm devouring you.
Your eyes don't tell me exactly who you are
Still, I'm devouring you, I would devour you.
At any cost1, because I ignore you or I know you
When it rains or when it is cold
In another plane I'd devour you such as Caetano
Or Leonardo Di Caprio
It's a miracle...
All God created, thinking of you
He made the Milk Way, made the dinosaurs
Without even thinking about it, he made my life and gave it to you
Not to mention the days that make me (want to) die
Without hearing from you, I'm lonely
But, if you wanna know if I want another life? No, I don't.
What I really want is to live, to wait, to breath, to devour you.
1. It seems like this sentence is related to the previous one, which is what makes more sense.