A night full of misfits,
but I started to love the danger that lies ahead,
the moment you tie your hair up,
and undress your entire soul.
You showed me
that the plain supple surface of your skin,
can be a wonderland to a lost soul;
I don’t want to find my way out.
The gentle scratching of your hands,
is the rumbling sensation I feel with or without you.
I got in; I got out
Tell me how can I give you up?
The wild ride is thrilling,
that is like a slope full of treachery,
that goes left and right;
up and down.
I’ll be buying another ticket;
to the carousel ride,
coz when the sun showed up,
I know I have to turn off the lights.
There’s no life under the shadow of the light,
If carnivals last the whole day,
If wonderland is real,
this affair won’t be surreal.
We’ll be true…
to the part where you touch me.