The return of my stranger...

The sun is in my eye, but I can’t stop dreaming,

In this moment I’ll always feel patient & young .

And I’m talking to that image I want to see,

Hoping it’ll come soon, so I can touch it, turn priceless and be set free.

A line to right the wrong,

pieces in me closing in strong.

I win and still feel broken, but to lose to you and feel every emotion,

Is better than the holy painting of passion.

Now ages been by, together again we're back in time,

In seventh heaven to know what it is to be wild and to chide;

Together to feel every emotion the world had to define,

Showing people how to live and leave a sign.

You touch me and parade our crazy dimension,

Making me suffer that heavenly sensation .

Old lovers' ghost you once again conjure ,

Careless if He was to like Our rapport or called it impure

Together we'll describe to Him something He never knew.

And change the direction in which the wind blew.

In your eye.. you say it'll be fine,

Even when I'm out of patience, even at the end of time.

Then, hand in hand, we'll run to a brighter corner

and celebrate the return of my beautiful stranger.