the sun gets down, so you get with me.
a night for us and an golden piece of souvenir for our older days of rememberance.
nightswimming and daydreaming, open hearded and full of hope?
its fucking brillant when once a year grey turns into coloured and kisses are like sparkling, sweet raindrops on your lips. Lets get critcal and lost.
red and white wine, a few beers, lots of cigarettes and this moment is our eternal being here.