Streaks of memories, paints my life,
It soothes, it tames and controls the unrest in me…
With circles of magical sounds, it lifts me and spirals me
up,
It takes me to you, my heart it beats…
With eyes that soak, the pain of love far gone,
It makes me talk to you all alone…
If desire is lust, the best it rusts,
Thou, it makes us come around one more time, to deserve our bound………..
