the urge to stitch up time
in a disco's toilet
or on a bar table
or naked in the middle of a field
to feel the wind on us
I don't ask for much more
even if I die I'm happy
tell her never to lose me
through the streets and among people
I, my eyes from your eyes
would never pull them away
and now I'll even eat them
you don't know, you don't know
sea eyes with no rocks
since I've always made only mistakes
but what's a mistake anyway
tell her never to leave me
through the streets and among people
and like tears, the rain
I see her in every drop
tell her I love her and, if you want
through the streets and among people
she can't stay indifferent
and if she stays indifferent