Raro

Weird, fishermen of defect that in little water
Of ignorance oh, they go fishing with my
Nets that are made of their desires

My bed was empty
I fell asleep thinking of you
Thinking of you
I woke up, dreamt of you
I am without you
And so I spend all my life

If life treated us like
A doll, give us
A rag soul to both
So we don't love each other

How can one have the
Head in the moon
Feet on the ground
And with the head in the moon
Feet on the ground

I used to tell stories during the day
But last night I got lost
Counting stars and counting
The kisses I gave you
I counted more kisses on your
Mouth, than stars
In the sky
And shooting stars and suns and moons
And in the whole firmament

May God send me death
Or the worst of punishments
If I can't have you

And what just happened
Is the affection that goes away and
It's our love that dies on us
I know it won't come back, because
It's scared of the way
You have of loving me,
The way you love me

Weird, fishermen of defect
In little water of ignorance
They go fishing with my
Nets that are made
Of their desires.