I'm typin'
my love for you.
'cause, for now,
to type is the
only thing
I can do.
then I look
at the sky
all stained
in red
and you're there:
- blowin' sparks,
smilin' sad;
dressed with
the atmosphere -
dancin' with
the stars' despair.
my fingers are
harmlessnessly
flawing down
over these
burnin' keys.
and I insist
to chase after
my colourless
well-raised
enemies.
now the words
are becoming scarse
of meaning.
the remaining
redness
slides kindly
over my chest.
dizzy visions
are roaming deep
inside my
dreaming.
and the lines,
they hide themselves
from what's last.
'cause I'm typin'
my love for you,
I could type forever.
when I'm typin'
my love for you,
the words aren't enough.
I can type
my love for you
wherever, whenever.
now I'll type'
my love for you
until my heart coughs.
and then I'll type that again.
