Inverse.

My heart starts to live,

but the expressions stop to run.

My lungs start to breath

but the words just won't come up.

Is funny when this happens...

The kisses flow in the flesh

the hands don't find their way.

The lips can feel you fresh

the lyrics have lost their prayer.

Is funny when nothing happens...

I took the pen, sheet and wine

but nothing came, my mind is dry. 

I took the skin, the sound got wild

I filled my heart with a glass of bind.

This is what love, always does to me...

Isn't it funny? Isn't it weird?

You're supposed to write inlove...

but always rather to live it all...

No wanders, no thoughts,

no lyrics, no words...

Just my lover, just the skin

just this kisses, there's no bleeding.