I’m secretly writing messages
hidden in the sky
trying to catch the early bird
hoping you would pass me by
I’m looking for excuses
I’m looking for a fight
I wanna kiss the deadly charmes
of that darkest starlit night
I wanna breath red into the daylight
and white into your eyes
I’m getting awfully good at these immaculate goodbyes
I wanna dance on that sunlight,
sliding across Lisboa
I wanna chance upon a daydream
think myself into a coma
Forget about that world
so transparent to my eyes
with the sun as the great painter
removing my poems from the skies
the night still leaves it’s mark
but it’s life is now a lie
I’m getting awfully good at these immaculate goodbyes
