The time is hidden in the shadows of everything
when we tend to frequent our little home,
if our home which we did not give a name, but ours.
And if someone wants to take us with our fire is burning,
the fire that is the product of our passion,
passion that only two have been perfect,
the same as when you kiss me, take away your breath
and burns my soul wedging my body,
distorting my mind and my heart empty,
just managed to fill with your love,
your lips will have to steal the uh,
when do you close your eyes.
Thanks love, not rescued me,
not because you could not,
but because you have chosen to live with me in the dark.