Do you know
that my every night depends on
how close you're lying next to me in the bed
Do you know how small is my day
when I dont hear your voice
whispering my name quietly
If only there were no walls
endlessy tall, behind which
you took away everything yours, hidden everything mine
if only
your skind is made of stars
that lead me, it would be easy for me
if there were no walls and stupud reasons
and like that
every night and day
I paint the soldiers
to keep from the others
gates of your heart
I think I still know
All of your habits
I'd only want that
I dont become one of them