8 P.M.

Night has come at 8 P.M

and your shadow now is walking down the stairs.

Big white moon shows your hair,

the same that I want to see before the end.

Taste me.

Graze me.

Strip my mind, it's my desire!

I'm hearing your voice from a different place.

Drive me,

Erase me.

I don't wanna be here anymore.

Bliss is undone and I am undone again.

We are on the wall of this street,

but I'd like to travel all along the sea.

And all the things that make me afraid

are flying to the sky and breaking under the rain.