The Room with the Red Sofa

I'm kissing the looks of your empty red eyes.

I'm breathing the smoke of your hair

And I'm tasting all the lies from your lips,

Smell the heat outthinking your disguise.

I'm closing the door right behind me,

So nobody sees, what everyone knows

'bout every long forgotten beauty

The flickering light around us shows.

But this is not tomorrow,

This is not today.

It's when the moon and the sun stop fighting

And only stars light up the night.

The scent of your skin combining

With the sweetness  of a thousand cigaretts.

A parfume of summertime not yet conceiving

 the danger of all possible regretts.

But this is not tomorrow,

This is not today.

It's when you stop fighting inside your head,

Just a glance at the stars and you forget.

I'm touching your lips with my hands

I'm feeling the tension inside

Thinking wastes time, you know the lies

Perfection is part of our game.

But this is not tomorrow,

This is not today.

But as soon as the sun starts shining,

All passion will fade away.