It might be that for this blind man, your prism is the cure
It's enough to know the notes that make up your arpeggios
It could be that being near you kills me with heat
If it's that I'm a little bird, a simple little bird that is
It might be that your kisses make me delirious
And your lips tend to be the best place to be, to be
I promise to kiss every mole that takes its place on your body
Lose count and start again
Enjoy and desire you, reflect on this game
Throw the dice and try something new
I can swear to never forget that we were wind
That we were mountain, we were sea, we were sky
Reach that place where I set my foundations
Make ourselves life and quit telling stories
It might be that your kisses make me delirious
And your lips tend to be the best place to be, to be
Like a hammock, a pillow in your kisses
I rest from these intense days
The best place to redeem myself, there's no doubt that
It might be that your kisses make me delirious
And your lips tend to be the best place to be, to be
It might be that your kisses make me delirious
And your lips tend to be the best place to be, to be