Like leather and lace,
the light within the flame,
hard and soft, to be held and not just hold
plastic wings and dusty feet
Babe, I like to be messy-haired and keep my feet bare,
To see your face and read your eyes
The words coming through your lips may lie, but you’re kidding yourself if you don’t think I can read between the lines
Yea I’m a lover, but I’ll fight for love
I’ll fight for you, with you, leave on you my marks, call you my lover until there’s nothing in between us but whatever air is left in our exhausted bodies, bare, glistening because we did it right
Listen here, read these lips because I’ll only say it once:
I want you more than I want the sun on a summer day
I want to forget my name
To fall again,
maybe for you.
Do you know what to call me yet?
A.P. Bastian 