Bath Oil

You and I, we are blinded by the sun

we’re not able to recognize our passion for love

We bathe in oil, and I'm crying some smiles

come here and slowly touch the beauty of my mind

Stalker looks support our privacy

and let us secretly dance with sliding hands

And now I closed the door on my side

If you didn't see Before Sunrise, you won't follow my steps

You and I, we’re blinded by the sun

we are not able to recognize

our passion for love

Is my bedroom flying, baby, or perhaps these are your wings?

inside this big box you will find my whole life

delivered to your hands, my young time, and my love

delivered to your hands, my young time and my love