Confession

Do not think this is a confession that I'm making

Ain't get nothing

nothing to hide and nothing to pretend

Only incredible

incredible fondness of you that I'm feeling

On the street

on the christmas trees

between traffic lights

And in every one of my breathing seconds

You are always so far away

Do not think this is a confession that I'm making

Ain't get nothing

nothing to hide and nothing to pretend

Just an incredible

incredible fondness of you that I'm feeling

On the plane

on the kitchen stove

Between strangers and inside my head

You are clover and oh so beautiful

On the street

on the christmas trees

between traffic lights

And in every one of my breathing seconds

You are always so far away