He's got ivory hands
and fabric from Taiwan
a boy conected to science.
He looks for jasmine allys
and a metal dagger
and he's got to rush, but at the same he's patient.
He's got a radio, to live, to live.
We're like the
love that gets spoiled
violating all we love
to live, to live
It's got holes you can't see,
scorpion bites
that're hidden under a makeup of innocence.
All you see or all that is
like imagination,
gets together with total interference, on the radio
you can hear a violin
We're like the
love that gets spoiled
violating all we love
to live, to live