Time flies fast these days and the nights seem ever so young.
So restless, the air always is, it calls for the higher winds.
The best times are coming. The bright light inside.
There is mad hope and powerful belief in these good times.
Grunge in my ears, coffee in my blood and I feel her kisses on my neck.
The tickle of the high wind, the excitement of the huge leap.
I make love to her, my bright light, my existence.
The future is certain. It is only a matter of time now.
Everything is ready, it is only a matter of time now.
The air is crazy, its wet virginity is addictive.
Wet, vibrant, passionate, colorful yet virgin. So pure.
These good times are the best I’ve ever lived.
I’ve held her close and we’re flying already.