Boxes and poetry
I have some boxes under my bed
full of drawings and poetry
with fairy tales and candy recipes
Help me to get the poetry
let it burn fancy
and so the fire reach the sky
that sound that shakes all my bones
It seems the voice of someone I’ve see before
and I want to kiss him on his eyes.
Let it ends in calm
Forget how it began
Oh, forget how it began.
I don’t know nothing about songs
but I know about dreams and stories
do not forget to kiss me in the eyes