between pillows

Instants create feelings, feelings wars, 
when the night is eternal and the morning short, 
when the sun is awake, but your tears are not.
Instants create memories, but between the sheets we can not, 
its a fight without love, but love keep it hold.

The pillows and laughts, 
are breathing behind
waterfalls came along, but i can not stay above.

if the clouds were sweets, maybe if the rain were gold,
behind the pillows, the sheets,  and dreams, 
behind your eyes, my lips and tears.

Instants belong to me, when i decide, 
when i give up, 
when i grow up,
Our plant its growing up, while we take the morning cup,
fairytales don´t come true, but if i speak it will be a lie

forget and forget and forget, 
while my speach fall to the floor,
if i could write all my head, but its a line without sense.

Love, love and love, 
while my bones are breaking down, 
if the birds can fly away i can go back to the end.

Sheets are getting wet, while the storm is over us, when i say what i should pray, slowly im aware.

Feelings dont give up, but my heart its far behind, if the buttflies come to me, maybe i repeat the beat,
getting closer to your soul, but you left the open closed
getting closer to your chest, but your game is cherry lies,
Im awake of this dream, cause the dreams are not fare,
Im becoming and becoming, while my feets are coming

coming to the kitchen
i see those perfect peaches, in the moment that you reach me
my neck floats to your fingers

come back to the room, while the pillows stay above
come back to the room, while i read about our lies
come back, come back, come back, its an end that may be come soon.