In this story it's just me who dies,
And I will die of love because I want to,
Because I want you, love,
with blood and fire.
I died for myself
And I'm reborn for you
as the fire is renew at the mornings
And also the blue
As my soul's involucre
the surface of my temple
also yours
To master my genius
And to write a book
To write our love
In my skin
And watch it like a tree grow
As it is inside
You can turn it out
Sprout the feelings
I'm all yours
Doesn't exist NOT in our vocabulary
Because we truth or dare everything
Increasing, creating and teasing
Want some proofs ...
I surrender to your dare
there is nobody else I want to play with
here's my skin to share
sew our destiny
