Lonely lucid woman in despair it's your care that I'll always share
Sometimes your tears won't stop but I console your deepest soul
I'm aware that I couldn't make you feel wholly lucky but be sure that I'll be there
Your desperate word is hardly ever heard, like echos into the wrong bow of the black hole
Your life is plenty of suspicion, but baby it's my mission to fulfill your recognition of the dim light from resurrection
Hope is the heart of your heaven at the unreachable height of luck that you have to fight for
My kisses can sooth the pain of your scars from the ones who led your life of perplexion into the wrong direction
Despite your sorrow you give me a sincere shelter in the core of Baltimore where we yell the wide chances of the city, a little sore
Indeed in the streets of flashy freedom you feel more anonymous than in your village of birth where you had to discuss about all the fuss
In the city you feel allowed to give me tenderness with a future wave of wonder, without the doubt of the crowd from your village
This metropole is the soul of dance sensation where we can jump a hole in the sky when the dancefloor is too small for our rush
Dance is one of our scarce moments of both full joy and energy when we see through the mirrors of mirage