There is a darkness, no light, just a sway of candle flame

My forefinger stab the flame, sway flabby, warm and luxurious

There are same, i get on your face, thin and red..

I know, Poison Ivy is an ignorance, but they’re right

Hold it close to me and make some wheeze sound

Mine needs your, spur on tongue, up the desire i can’t hide

Yeah, That’s we play, feel the beat, and it’s called “blues”

From the box 2, we elevate to the beach

First kiss never come back, but it still burning and glowing

Till your last drop, i’ll wait