I’m in the nostalgic rhythm,
Where your lips on mine, when the sky reachable and cold, and where the stars stops to be the brightest.
I know where to touch you and I’m grinning so wide.
I keep keeping my finger on your skin.
You are real as I reach my hand into the dream,
Also feel the glow in the little dream I’ve always chasing.
And the world gonna wait for me,
The time gonna freeze to me,
I’ll still be tiny, later I’ll feel the biggest,
And I keep drowning myself into the airless room.
Where it is the light after my eyes,
When it is her I’ll be waking up to,
I’ll still be grinning ears to ears, waking up to you.