feels like making love.
but you’ve never made love
and there’s nothing i can say
so i turn on the engine :
meet me tomorrow at four
i’ll wait for you in the middle
of another busy day
is there anything you need ?
is there anything special i can bring ?
just anything you want to give,
and you look around
and gaze at this world for a little while,
i’m never satisfied and
this is more than taking a chance
we don’t have to catch a plane yet so
let’s take our time.

there’s a ton of it to be made,
you say, you smile, you laugh.
why don’t you give me your head ?
oh but no you are precise
you move slowly and your words
hesitate at the corner of your mouth
there are invisible ties
from your never resting eyes
to my head and my hands
and i do understand it all
it’s just that i’m not used to it
at all
we’re both pulling strings
and playing this serious game
we’re each other’s puppet
look away, you say
and you wait
until i can forget myself
this is a remote side to our lives
and you were right
let’s take our time.

it’s like making love, you say
except that you’ve never made love
there is your final gesture
and i bind myself to your eyes
don’t look away,
you drop peace and silence
into the room,
outside i know the rhythm
cab drivers circling around
looking for me like a prey
and there’s a man walking down
with flowers in his hand,
outside i know, i live within
the crazy heartbeat of this gigantic city
i feel in my veins the rush, the time speeding
through every corridor and hallway
between every streelight, car wheel
and disguised women heel,
but right now and right here
i’m in your light and i think
we’re gonna be all right
and i’m not looking away
and patiently
you wait.