Lost In D Testo

Days in the park, blue symmetry,
still on the grass like two fallen trees,
tracing your voice thin as wire,
I guess we will die still sick of desire.

Drain me, this lazy afternoon
is beating like an open wound.
Pale boy, this waltz is for you,
my twin toy, it´s too late, too soon.
Deep in the lake, waiting for us
two golden coins gleam softly in the dusk.

Drain me, this lazy afternoon
is beating like an open wound.
Pale boy, this waltz is for you,
my twin toy, it´s too late, too soon.

Swim back to me,
swim back to me.

Is it time to come?
Is it time to come?