I can still make it
to fly for a moment
In the wonderful valley of your throat
In a moment until the taxi comes
Sunday at two and a half
I can still make it
In a flight like thunder
To get high in the crater of your kiss
And no one to ever find be again
Sunday at two and a half
I can still make it, I can still make it
Until the taxi comes
I shall shoo you away and then ask you to return
To ring the bell like crazy
and then to never step close again
Until the taxi comes
I can still have time for my life to destroy
I can still reach a full life
To watch you laugh
the world has been created for us
Sunday two and a half
I can still make it, to want you into my life