Protect my sense of time
So so long way to the hand of thee
Do you believe in love at first sight ?
It's not a question of glory
Even if I asked you to
To give me your sense of clarity
I have a few questions about you
Feeling my love in a way of illness
Wanted God to tell you boy
That there's no matter of shyness
My goal is to find the joy
I forgot all I learnt since I met you
It seemed so useless then to me
Make me clever again, all I need is you
Though you still don't know what you think of me
The way you treat me is freaking
Like in an open book you guess what I feel
Love isn't trouble as long as you're not threatening
You didn't turn the page where I bleed
It's a long way to purity
And I forgot the sense of time
Lost the way to the hand of thee
You never believed in my love at any time
August 21st, 1999
For Guillaume Krin
