More than a week spent together
I don't know what we look like
The hours we spent in bed
Got the better of our boredom
And make life more beautiful
You weave fabrics of joy
With your laughs, with your voice
You set fire to my battles
I don't know who'll win
My fear, my dizziness, or my faith
I don't know where we're going
I keep telling myself I mustn't
Try to understand where
The stories that matter lead
Your nail polish is pretty
Your bright eyes and your beard too
I'm silent, fascinated
By your movements driven by that gentle virility
Your airs of an Indian monarch
Should've already made me fear
This dizzying great journey
Thrown into the firmament
I'm scared it'll hurt when I fall
I don't know where we're going
I keep telling myself I mustn't
Try to understand where
The stories that matter lead
Is it a bodily passion
Or love on a swallow's back?
The distance that separates us
Means we have to postpone
The verdict against our hopes
You draw walls, ceilings
I get people drunk with songs
We're walking on a silver wire
I wish I could be giant
I don't know where we're going
I keep telling myself I mustn't
Try to understand where
The stories that matter lead