Fusion

Where does your body end and mine begin?
Sometimes it's hard for me to say.
I feel your warmth, I feel your cold,
I feel empty if I'm not inside you.

How much of this is love? How much is desire?
Can they, or not, be separated?
If from the heart to the fingers
there's nothing in my body that you don't make vibrate.

What is real about this madness?
Who assures us
that this is normal?
And I don't mind telling you
that I've lost control
that I've hung up my armor at your gate.

Where does your body end and the sky begin
not even a ray of light fits.
What brought us together on the same flight?
The same longings?
Perhaps the same cross?

Who is right?
Who is wrong?
Who hasn't doubted
their heart?
I just want you to know:
I'm not here just visiting,
and this song is written for you