Calcanhar

Come here, come here
I want to show you how to love
How the flame is
Of my darling, baby
Of someone who wants you without that pajama

When you want to come see how to make fire, call me
When you burn and crackle along with me, we love
Your pain only goes to the tips of my fingers that scratch you
And my home will be wherever my feet follow you

There won't be a shortage of places
For your love to pass through
From my jugular to
The red line tied to the tip of your heel

Step aside, go there
Travel and if you miss me, sing
From your voice, my dear
It's where all longing is banished

As long as your song remembers mine, I know you love me
As long as I calculate the time for you to arrive, we dream
Your return will be like the first time angels meet
And my home will be wherever my feet follow you

There won't be a shortage of places
For your love to pass through
From my jugular to
The red line tied to the tip of your heel