It was that day
The one I got pulled out.
Pulled out into the cold.
Out into the neon light.
Was I alive?
Or was I still not?
As I was silent...
With no first rook.
Ah.. the umbilical
Around my neck.
What the fuck!?
And why?
I guess it wasn't written
By the Hand...Above.
It does not matter - my own is writing
Here, now.
Crazy, fiery, burning.
The guitar that is screaming,
that is singing, that is banging... On me.
I want you to come dance. Love.
I want to dance. Love. Passion, not!
Burning Sun. Ahh... Yes. I now jump. On!
You now jump.
We both land.
And that mad flamenco,
That Never stops.
The first Love. The first burn.
Poison. Not.
Remedy.
Dance my love.
Dance my legs.
Like there's no day,
There is no night .
No life. Only light...
That burns me
And burns you -
We are ... reborn.
Ole!
