The hair in the september’s wind,
Windows turned down, our eyelids gaping on us.
Make me dance on the moon,
make me dance on our love’s stars.
Jump on this car’s hood
and making love like we have never done.
The lighthouses of your eyes
light up my face, beaded with sweat.
Don’t stop, now.
Don’t stop on the next service station.
Drive on to the sea
and sink into at breakneck speed to faint.
Lie down and let me look at you
There is no space for the pain.
there is no space for the others.
Feel me and let me touch at you
in your most depth.
Kiss me and don’t be afraid:
the sunrise doesn’t arrive so soon,
if our lips have one vibreting.