Fancy
Fancy
Love and Salvation walk apart in my street, maybe,
Because salvation is not fate, the love blows at the door,
Louder with time.
Fancy, you kill me
Fancy, you make me blush, that scintillating love.
It is evil and darker, the more love I perceive,
I feel like standing in quicksand.
Time, be ruthless! Snatch the imagination and swallow her, my saviour!
Fancy, you heal me
Fancy, let the dreams crush, that scintillating love.
