I’ve left behind the windmills. I’ve left behind the wasteland.
I would never have believed that I would find my place here.
I wonder: Am I in the right dimension? Am I dreaming?
I can’t ask of you to come with me, but it is hard for me to tell you, I will not be here for long.
I wish we had met in a different dimension. Perhaps things would have unfolded differently.
I am not sure it’s the best option to get you involved in this conflict.
I will try to protect you. However, it will be very difficult given the circumstances.
Since you crossed my path, not one moment passes without me thinking of you.
Look at her. She is like an angel. Will you ever be able to save my wretched soul? To feel again? To live again?
Every movement she makes, tells me she wants me. I will not miss a moment asking myself how can I be so lucky.
Who are you, and what have I done to deserve you? Of all the assholes around here, you found me.
You could have the world at your feet, and still, you took a step towards the unknown.
The light surrounds you. The curtain begins to fall. In this picture, I have just your gaze.
The night is young. The city is ours. It is time to leave everything behind.
Here we are in this shithole room of this lousy motel.
Only you are shining like a diamond in all this garbage that surrounds me.
The open windows embrace the noise of a busy nightlife. Beside you, everything is quiet though.
An ice-cold heart was melted by the heat of your presence, that fills up the room.
The neon lights reveal the silhouette of your perfect body.
There are like footprints on the sun.