Slowly, for sure is tango on the brink
It's hard to stand, I'm losing swoon
The death-stop, but want to melt
With current by blood, I'm flying.
I made from cardboard, trying to seek oblivion
But is your fire and heart is afraid.
The hands lose elasticity and form
All, stop....uncomfortably
(You must) Melt! Melt!
Kiss me only in whisper
Melt! Melt!
(You must) Fly up! From my shoulder to the clouds
Not symmetric, almost twins
Flexible dances with secret inside
Stop and taste me
I'm stainless and without fire.