Sebastian Bach

It seems like you were born in the 16th century
That you have never left Versailles
You take my hand to show me
The independent republic of your freckles

Wait, you can trust me
If you go, I want to go with you

You love me as they did in the 16th century
You ask for hidden kisses, like in the 16th century

The dream of reason doesn't let you rest
And you turn endlessly on the bed
With eyes so wide open that
Millions of secrets from your gaze can escape

I remember hearing
Johann Sebastian Bach
When I lay my head on your chest
That your heart doesn't beat to the rhythm of others
And now that I don't have it
I understand everything and miss you

You love me as they did in the 16th century
You ask for hidden kisses, like in the 16th century

You seem like you were born in the 16th century
That you have always lived in a Velazquez painting
That your way of loving me is from the 16th century
Deep and transparent, although it's hard for me to understand

Deep and forever
Although it's hard for me to understand

You love me as they did in the 16th century
You ask for hidden kisses, like in the 16th century