It's all about the bounce of your twisted spirit...

About the sparks in your words,
the sharp shape of your hugs,
the anxiety of your absence...
It's all about the sweetness only I can see in you,
and the naive and stupid I become when I believe it's real.
About micro worlds and huge realities that don't fit in them,
about depth and intense red,
shaky hands and a fast racing heart,
about alive nights and dead days.
It's all about the bounce of your twisted spirit, my friend,
the entertainment of it,
the invention of a version of you,
the power of switching you off,
open all the new windows,
find the right keys
and go away with them...